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Original Poetry In The Same City Hit Album (1)

author:Harvest season

[Original poems] The voice is slow

[Breeze] [Breeze] [Breeze]

The sky is high and cloudy, the bamboo is sparse and maple is red, and the landscape is blue and vast.

Herringbone matrix, geese fly south.

Tea sake dry makeup lazy, watch the west wind, blow through the vermilion window.

The chrysanthemums are remnants, full of yellow, and it is difficult to hide the sadness at this time.

It was dusk again, tears were pouring down, and now there was no lotus fragrance.

Autumn moon is half demolished, how can it hook the past?

If there is no lover in the sky, it is easy to grow old, empty and empty, and stare at night and night.

The dream has been broken, and there is infinite desolation in the heart!

【Original poetry】Painting Hall Spring

Falling red has paved the path, and the rain is shining.

The cold grub does not chirp the cicadas, and the geese go in a hurry.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a full moon again, and I remember the reunion of that year.

Speechless and thoughtful, residual incense in the boudoir!

【Original poem】Fishing song

Autumn wind sends a light chill,

Ten thousand points of starlight sprinkle the mountains.

Under the dangui, the wine is full of wine,

Light walking jade street does not need to be mixed.

【Original poem】Queqiao Immortal

Floating clouds have no owner, shooting stars should hate, and the Milky Way is full of water.

The cowherd weaver girl is difficult to hold hands, and looks at the broken world from afar.

Mirror flowers and water moon, like water flowing years, how to spring and short.

The two loves are finally different, and the joy is drunk!

【Original Poem】Partridge Day • Reunion

Ice and snow melt willow color blue,

A jade plate hangs in the night sky.

Butterfly dance bee flying flowers as a companion,

The fragrance enters the east wind.

Long parting, and then meeting again,

The past is like yesterday's trance.

Good night puts a thousand drunks,

Double silhouette in the window.

[Rose] [Rose] [Rose] The most beautiful encounter, a thousand years of luck [rose] [rose] [rose] [rose]

[Rose] [Rose] [Rose] original poem, welcome to follow [Rose] [Rose] [Rose]

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Original Poetry In The Same City Hit Album (1)