"Brew a cup of tea to add fragrance to the tenderness in the deep alley"
Text: There is no shore in the flow of years
The flowers bloom for a season
I will think about it and shake the raw flowers to the ground
Separated by mountains and rivers
The moon is still the same, and the stars are as good as ever
Birds waking up in the morning
Put all your thoughts on it
Planted in this land
Endless
Drizzle drops on Deva
Under the reflection of sunlight after rain
Sparkling
Load into the eye socket to create a warm scenery
The shadow of cooking smoke grew longer and longer
I heard that after the wind passed
Disturbed the bamboo forest behind the house
Carry the mind that has nowhere to hide into the distance
Ten fingers flicking the keys messily
Play a song of acacia's displacement
All the bits and pieces
Colored into a stretch of look under the residual lamp
The setting sun fell in front of the window
I collect this full house of light
Polished into crystal clear glass
Hang your cornices, a lifetime of scorching flowers
Dye all danqing
Will be a little bit of spring color
Use the brush of the East Wind
Painted with new green on brown wicker
The evening wind climbs the branches
Withered and flustered fallen leaves
Duckweed floats around
It's like a leisurely thought when I first saw it
Steam a cup of tea
Add fragrance to the tenderness of the deep alley
Pick up a campfire
Warm the morning porridge that enters the poem
Be with you in the wind
Like the flow of years in the shuttle years
Draw with a book of poetry
Sprinkled with red dust, flowers bloom everywhere
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