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110, winter rain

author:The poet climbs to the clouds and fishes the moon

- The infiltration of the night

110, winter rain

You should believe that it is the shadow of winter snow, Shanshan

The late winter snow is hidden in the night of hope, in the morning light

Still reading the dust of the drizzle, the light rain of last night

Infiltrated by the dry and restless soul of the years, beautiful

Messages always come unexpectedly, poems written to you

Beautiful as winter rain!

110, winter rain

Last night, listening to the tentacles of the raindrops gently kiss the earth

Save the loneliness of the earth, I know the noise of the day

Eventually there will be silence, except for the distant mountains and faint lights

The obsession in the heart has always inspired unceasing strength

Brother Hua's tart was annihilated in the morning fog, and you were

Right, or an encounter of castor flowers

Bloomed, and then precipitated in my memory!

110, winter rain

I opened the window, and the cold morning breeze gave me a sober coat

I will strengthen the true color of life and understand it in the new time

Beautiful books and hazy stories, confidants in the distance

Wake up quietly and be at peace!

110, winter rain

Forget your sorrow and loneliness and copy the nostalgia of happiness

Remember your dreams and original intentions, and taste the tenderness of autumn thoughts

The smile in his eyes, towards the empty sky

Toward the dust settled red beans, free and naughty

Shu Yun searches for the classics of books, which is the refuge of the family

Peaceful and welcoming!

110, winter rain

After experiencing the rains of winter, winter becomes chic

Ignorantly, the prophecy of the so-called coldest winter is hidden

The starry Sea disappeared without a trace

Lu Yao was also cultivating the book field, or was she alone

On the way, I forgot the silent night, it was Ah Hei

A muffled bark, with the tilt of the plane tree

Crash!

110, winter rain

There is no spring in the lie, only the bloom of torment

Only then is it fragrant, and the world of love is perfumed with the fragrance of tea

My cuckoo, back to twilight

The earth, condensed into mist!

110, winter rain

Please be sincere

Climb the clouds and fish for the moon

2021-12-9 23:42