I heard it in the bitter cold wind
The sound of a flower blooming
It's silently splendid
It is the surprise of all things
It is a gentle breeze that gently blows and the branches stretch
It is the beginning of the glacial river and the beginning of the waves
It is swaying in the heart lake
The immortal from Lingbo
Qing Lingling's branches
Spread into a mess of shadows
Green leaves
Dance into a luxuriant poem
The immortal from Lingbo
In the misty fetters of the branches
Qingbo Gu Ying
Stand by and watch
Don't mess with the dust
The cold that does not stick to the wind and frost
In this cold and glamorous
It opened a clear cotton like jade
Swaying in the ripples of the heart lake
Swing out
The clear water is long and the sky is far away
Surging waves
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The picture comes from the Internet
The picture comes from the Internet