The maple leaves reflected the red water of the river,
I've also blushed my face.
Time
From cool to warm.
The weather in early spring is always warm and cold.
I'm always so sensitive to the seasons:
The other day I saw Joan flowers falling,
Involuntarily, he let out a loud exclamation.
At this time, it was again the spring rain,
Wet the eye sockets.
Complain about the bad weather,
The expectation of returning to the homeland was again in vain.
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I carry a hoe,
Bury the peach blossoms all over the ground...
Even the tears of the moon,
also condensed into frost,
Piled up next to my sideburns!
It made me give birth to a kind of —
Inexplicable sentimentality...