The Love of the Northland
Text/Zhang Zijian
summer
Put the longing that fell silent for a winter
Place in a red-hot furnace
Touch the piping hot fire
Forge a green world
autumn
Put a poet
Kidnapped onto rocks deposited over time
Cut open his romantic chest
Let the sad rhyme slip down with the leaves
winter
Pick up those sad pieces of music
Put the holy soul
Butterflies that dot into white
Sent away the vicissitudes and evils of the world
spring
It was the first first kiss of a teenager
It fell on the lips of the girl dancing with green silk
Reincarnation
Love is the season of budding
My dear
I stand in the north of these four distinct seasons
Let the wind blow
Carrying my blood
Go through every year of your acacia
until
Flowering and fruiting
Never wither
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