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Original Poetry Summer Title Page / Blue Snow Hand over the dawn, hand over the scent, the wilderness and the white clouds peddled in the sun are written that all things grow Do you love them, sunflowers, jasmine flowers and phoenix flowers

author:Sycamore tree in the wind

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Summer title page

Text/Blue Snow

Hand over the dawn, hand over the scent, in the wilderness and the sun peddled by white clouds

It is written that all things grow

Do you love them or not, sunflowers, jasmine and phoenix flowers are all opening as scheduled

Whether you love them or not has nothing to do with whether they like this earthly world

The water does not flow the same, the aspen tree grows higher and higher

The wheat that is pumped is getting fuller

Everyone who should have met met, so much rain

There is no sorrow in the earth

When it's empty, go and see the lotus flowers hidden by the fish

They are one next to the other

At that time, the pond water was clear, and the sky was boundless blue

And she, just pour out the written verse

One by one, the white birds wrote praise for her

Make a crisp chirp

2023.5.6

Original Poetry Summer Title Page / Blue Snow Hand over the dawn, hand over the scent, the wilderness and the white clouds peddled in the sun are written that all things grow Do you love them, sunflowers, jasmine flowers and phoenix flowers
Original Poetry Summer Title Page / Blue Snow Hand over the dawn, hand over the scent, the wilderness and the white clouds peddled in the sun are written that all things grow Do you love them, sunflowers, jasmine flowers and phoenix flowers
Original Poetry Summer Title Page / Blue Snow Hand over the dawn, hand over the scent, the wilderness and the white clouds peddled in the sun are written that all things grow Do you love them, sunflowers, jasmine flowers and phoenix flowers

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