Wandering northland in the afternoon, the clear blue lazy winter is still frozen with memories of summer Look at the bright sun to inquire about the unknown but only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the dry grass Dry grass singing
author:Nomadic clouds
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In the northland afternoon, it is clear and blue
Lazy winter
The memory of Xia was still frozen
Look at the bright sun
Want to inquire about something unknown
But all I could hear was the sound of the wind blowing through the dry grass
The dry grass sang a sad song
The flowers are in decline, and the beauty is late