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In January, the snow was in a cold wind
Find a way out
Spring is just around the corner
In February, I was empty inside
Neither sad nor joyful, Mu Ran sat upright
Secretly pondering the dance of the south wind
March, along the dirt road of the years
Is rushing towards April bumps
April, those bare trees
There are some flowers
There are some leaves
There is also a part
Miss each other like people
In May, summer is here
The sunset anchors by the river
The flute begins at dusk
We snuggled up together
For the worship of mysterious love
Whisper
In June, memories are filled again
Green flower vines
The sound of insects in the fields rises and falls
In a bitter song
Hides the unspeakable past
July, a time to go
Stare at it for a long time
A blue dove with sadness in its eyes
August, the illusion of beauty
On the blade
The song and laughter of lightly burning grain home
In September, autumn is imminent
Empty fields
Reach into my loneliness
The sky was crumbling blue
In October, the tranquility is like a rock
The deepest parting
Lost from the wings of the goose
Grief that cannot be taken away
Break through the harvested wilderness
In November, the river stopped flowing
The living tree learned to warm up with dreams
The slope of the earth slopes, and everything is moving towards a harsh winter
In December, heavy snow closed the mountain
We return to the depths of silence
Reinvent yourself
Those words that move everything
All are patiently collected by me
