【Perishable】
Author: Falling snow stained dust
Habit of writing poetry after sunset
A moment of sunset
Twilight is fleeting
Wind and snow
A verse that is forgotten suddenly
Uncatchable thoughts
And most of you and me
Human, but so it is
【Wind】
Author: Falling snow stained dust
The wind is sometimes too gentle
Warm swallowing like torture
I'd rather she be reckless
It should be
Her cries could also be heard through the window
Blow off the warmth of the sun
The sky is red and green leaves
It's good to know your eagerness
Casual and indulgent
【Wind】
Author: Falling snow stained dust
Today's wind is a bit rough
Walk by the window
The locust flowers are just snow white, leaving a wisp of incense
Haven't saved enough pear blossom wine
Kasuga began to say goodbye
Let me blow another wind
At the bottom of the snow-white clouds, under the trees that fallen flowers
In the right afternoon sunshine
The poem was written in three or two lines
Hurriedly replenished, all put into the spring breeze
About the Author
Falling snow stains dust
A person who is accustomed to memories, a person who is accustomed to not being able to put it down, a red dust passerby who is upside down and displaced. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting you is fate, thank you for your liking.
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