"The Full Moon Reflects the Flower City", and watch another Rohmer movie. Time is wasted, and time is full of waves. Maybe an embarrassment in life will form a wave, and all the waves on the beach will eventually become the most beautiful harmony.
Yesterday was full moon
The ground is full of geometry
careless and arrogant
through the entire window
People who can't sleep cooking in a coffee shop
strong hand
Like Van Gogh's worn-out high-heeled fountain pen
i look at her
The moon hides in the clouds drying the skirt
It's her legs in the chords of the light poles
in vain
Summer has unfortunately passed
If the moon without a heart is exposed again
Silent eyes cook porridge
Roadside rat-like boots are parked
The iron net waiting to weave the city
The creeper on the wall is still tied
tight as ochre
where will she go
Footsteps are like weaving half-hidden leads
The wind on the tree seems to have stopped
coffee shop windows without curtains
The porridge is cold and the line is broken
It's my eyes that go out with a street lamp on and off
Yingyingchaochuo
rushing into a clear wave
long wait for the train before dawn
With dew, flood windows and morning
Surprise her before waking up
The full moon all night is less than the blink of an eye
smaller and smaller bird
Sesame full of moles
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