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Original poems| because of this night with the evening wind blowing

author:Ink Feather reads

Exhaustion of the body

Hundreds of limbs have been knocked down

The heart made Xia shudder

The night gets longer

In the moment of sleeplessness

I listened quietly to the voices of the world

The river flows with a low-key noise

Unsettled bugs sing passionately

The bleak horn of the car Sparse human language on the street

Oh, and also, you listen

The low sound of the evening wind

It seems to be whispered, and if it is whispered, it is like a whisper

The evening breeze of the night

It was the world that told me

The sound of silence

This night with the evening wind blowing

It is a time when the world is tender