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Untitled (original) The water in the first month has warmed, the flowers in the village are mixed, why the frost is like snow, the earth is beautiful at night, the lights are not borrowed, everywhere the moon is bright and the day is out of the way to forget the path, and the footsteps are not worried about a few days of sunshine, but I hope it will be as long as it is

author：Qingnanjun

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In the first month, the water has warmed up, and the flowers entering the village are mixed

Why is the frost like snow, and the earth is beautiful

No night travel can not borrow lights, everywhere the moon is bright

Day out of the way to forget the path, no stepping marks

Don't worry about a few sunny days, but I hope it will be so

There are plums in the sky, out of the wall to wait for the spring breeze

Untitled (original) The water in the first month has warmed, the flowers in the village are mixed, why the frost is like snow, the earth is beautiful at night, the lights are not borrowed, everywhere the moon is bright and the day is out of the way to forget the path, and the footsteps are not worried about a few days of sunshine, but I hope it will be as long as it is
Untitled (original) The water in the first month has warmed, the flowers in the village are mixed, why the frost is like snow, the earth is beautiful at night, the lights are not borrowed, everywhere the moon is bright and the day is out of the way to forget the path, and the footsteps are not worried about a few days of sunshine, but I hope it will be as long as it is
Untitled (original) The water in the first month has warmed, the flowers in the village are mixed, why the frost is like snow, the earth is beautiful at night, the lights are not borrowed, everywhere the moon is bright and the day is out of the way to forget the path, and the footsteps are not worried about a few days of sunshine, but I hope it will be as long as it is
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