【End of the year】
Text: Falling snow stains dust
At the end of the year, the mountains and rivers are lonely
As far as the eye can see, it is a thousand earthly worlds
I didn't close my eyes and dreamed
Last year has been repeated
Red dust is troubled, and the world is troubled
Floating flowers wave three thousand
I think all this should have nothing to do with me
Come to earth for a trip
Flowers blossom and fall, clouds cirrus clouds shu
I just want to be cold and warm and self-aware
The heart is filled
It is better to steal it
Spend your days in peace
The old years are gone
With ungodly resignation
Feel free to let the past regrets fall into the dust
One is two wide
【If sent】
Moonlight and starlight
The mist that swept through the city
At the beginning of the lantern, the dream was not pillowed
The long night across the landscape
Looked at a plum
Flowers with unburdened buds
Maybe it's clinging to a snow fall
The lights of the old city are full of lights
Tor with the west wind, but also with distant people
Chang'an has nothing, and few think it is sent
Author: Falling snow stained dust
A person who is accustomed to memories, a person who is accustomed to not being able to put it down, a red dust passerby who is upside down and displaced. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting you is fate, thank you for your liking.
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