I'm more like a lost man, Mr. Xiangquan soaking in this year's maojian tea in a sunny early summer glass and today's light rain from early in the morning I read the poems of a Russian female poet in front of the window
author：Mr. Kaizumi
I'm more like a lost person
Mr. Xiangquan
Sunny early summer
In the glass is brewed this year's Maojian tea
And today's light rain starts early in the morning
I read at the window
Poetry of a Russian poetess
More suitable for this green tea before the Ming Dynasty
Even as dusk approaches
The white palms on the table were still as green as new
I occasionally looked up
The sky has nothing but gray
Why suddenly think of wheat fields
One afternoon in the suburbs
Poplar trees on the skyline
Like a sturdy fence
I'm more like a lost person
Ask people about an old time
I'm more like a lost man, Mr. Xiangquan soaking in this year's maojian tea in a sunny early summer glass and today's light rain from early in the morning I read the poems of a Russian female poet in front of the window
I'm more like a lost man, Mr. Xiangquan soaking in this year's maojian tea in a sunny early summer glass and today's light rain from early in the morning I read the poems of a Russian female poet in front of the window
I'm more like a lost man, Mr. Xiangquan soaking in this year's maojian tea in a sunny early summer glass and today's light rain from early in the morning I read the poems of a Russian female poet in front of the window
I'm more like a lost man, Mr. Xiangquan soaking in this year's maojian tea in a sunny early summer glass and today's light rain from early in the morning I read the poems of a Russian female poet in front of the window
Source: People's Liberation Army Daily There is a yellowed old photo on the desk of the father of the Chinese military number. In the photo, my father and Uncle Mao Xiangjun are standing next to a small poplar tree with their arms around each other's shoulders.
