About the author
Liu Peixue, male, was born on September 2, 1967 in Wangkui County, Heilongjiang Province, and a member of the Heilongjiang Writers Association. Published more than 3 million words of literary works, scattered in《北方文学》,《北方作家》,《岁月》,《小小说选刊》,《地火》,《小说月刊》,《当代小说》,《天池小小说》,《检察日报》,《幽默与笑话》,《讽刺与幽默》,《文学故事报》and other newspapers and magazines.
Waiting for the wind to blow away all
In fact, the nightmare is about to see
Some flowers are shining some flowers
Is dying out
Just keep on nostalgia for the days before
The flower has fallen to the fruit
Can't call a name but like to collect it in front of the window
In an open glass jar
Summer is quietly past
A little warmth in the afternoon
Nostalgia can be held in your hand.
Unable to cash in on the sea.
Naked and left in the night, gently touched
Youthful erection desire is not
So simple and so easy
Too many temptations have to choose to give up
If you want to talk about it, you can’t get rid of it.
In the past, it became a fate
Never come again. It has nothing to do with giving up
xxTrying to forget to look far away occasionally
Dead water micro-澜
Fruitfully blossoming results then
Go old. The same is true of the rainy season in other towns
Maybe I remembered me by a flash.
The black and white old photos of Qinglan time have faded back
Blurring the love story is self-righteous
If the plot can't be transferred, it will be a hasty ending.
The wind is also guilty of rain and sin
a song is crying
Always inexplicable to emerge
A face is strange but familiar
More and more clear memory
Picking up the field
[Poetry] Summer Night/Qiu Shui Yiren
[Poetry] You are my only/Wang Wenjie
[Prose] I love Yangtze River/Yu Yang
[Poetry] Homesickness/Xiao Silin
[Prose] Thanksgiving Parents/Pan Zhen
[Poetry] happened/Yu Yaojiang
[Poetry] Night rain, touched my heart/Liu Pei Xue
[Prose] Put the wine into Sang Ma/Song Yue
[Prose] Gardenia/Li Naidong
[Prose] Wind-like father/Zhang pigeons
[Poetry] yearning for nature/Yang Min
[Poetry] I want you to hear/Wen Nian
[Poetry] Search/Lu Jishan
[Prose] Autumn's Remarks/Aran