"At the foot of the piece of clay, each grabbed a, will hold a bleeding."
— poet MangKe
The sky no stars of the night, I prostrate time tunnel in the text, yesterday's story has gone from me
Whoever absurd of youth, dye the scenery in mud from head to foot, occasionally the on the ripples, drip until your red skirt
Lost the two-string fiddle sound of he filled my heart, looking for so many years, a period of years 作者: 招小波 时间: 2013-9-13 07:38
渺渺的埙音弥漫我心,寻找丢失了多年的痴情,怎么样的一段岁月里