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(Original poem) Winter burned by the warm sun has nothing to do with love Breeze and you climb up the stairs to the chicken peak An unfinished rendezvous continued pink That is the colorful autumn on the last autumn wind stained the whole world red

(Original poem)

Burned by the warm sun in winter

It has nothing to do with love

Breeze and you

Climb the stairs to climb The Peak of the Rooster

An unfinished rendezvous

Followed by pink

It was a colorful autumn

Last autumn

The wind stained the whole thing red

world

You're in the full season

Trails

It's like a fairy

There is also a wind blowing

Sweet fragrance today

That's the smell of osmanthus flowers

Sweet as honey

I hate it

Butterfly chase

Suddenly, I remembered

You and I that year

It's a bit sad

March peach blossoms dotted with tears

I'm drunk with you in a green shirt

At this time, the warm sun is rising

If I have a light wind′

I see

Tourists are weaving

The side of the covered bridge is full of flower lights

Who's dating.

(Original poem) Winter burned by the warm sun has nothing to do with love Breeze and you climb up the stairs to the chicken peak An unfinished rendezvous continued pink That is the colorful autumn on the last autumn wind stained the whole world red
(Original poem) Winter burned by the warm sun has nothing to do with love Breeze and you climb up the stairs to the chicken peak An unfinished rendezvous continued pink That is the colorful autumn on the last autumn wind stained the whole world red
(Original poem) Winter burned by the warm sun has nothing to do with love Breeze and you climb up the stairs to the chicken peak An unfinished rendezvous continued pink That is the colorful autumn on the last autumn wind stained the whole world red
(Original poem) Winter burned by the warm sun has nothing to do with love Breeze and you climb up the stairs to the chicken peak An unfinished rendezvous continued pink That is the colorful autumn on the last autumn wind stained the whole world red
(Original poem) Winter burned by the warm sun has nothing to do with love Breeze and you climb up the stairs to the chicken peak An unfinished rendezvous continued pink That is the colorful autumn on the last autumn wind stained the whole world red
(Original poem) Winter burned by the warm sun has nothing to do with love Breeze and you climb up the stairs to the chicken peak An unfinished rendezvous continued pink That is the colorful autumn on the last autumn wind stained the whole world red

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