Walk through the fetters of the forest
Text/Qingwei
The sound of birds comes from the deepest sleep
Wake up by the river
The cold people clasped their fists one by one
Trying to get away with the conversation winter
To no avail is the moaning of the insects of the past
You're sitting in a corner of nature
Listen to the waves and begin to whisper
Those that do not include early morning calls
But heh
You habitually cast a ray of sunshine
Good to be one with the sky
It's a brand new day
Wanderers will visit here
Get a real qualification
Take the warmth to talk about things
Like exchanging green leaves with loneliness
Birds chirping
You're passing through a calm spacing
The aroma of plum blossoms rushes to the riverbank
Maybe it's hinting at the hometown of the wind and snow
Yes, you're always going to show up in the late spring
Verbal happiness is unquestionable
Falling flowers do not ask the flower picker
Text/Qingwei
Turn away
Except for the wind
It's a midnight footstep
It's so fine that it almost drowns the stars
Where there is a hint of New Year's Eve
are all wiped into the sky
Fields at the beginning of January
You pluck individual flowers for me
Blue sky overhead
Leg Landing Lake Water
Thoughts overflowed from the bottom of his eyes
Disrupt the rhythm of the rain
It's true
It is you who transmit the breath of spring to the surroundings
The shadow I found
Deep as your body
The season that is brighter than the winter solstice is coming
The notes are all over the place
Vitality has nowhere to hide
The life of the stream gushes out
Next to the tree
You never doubt the chromatic aberration of the dark
The sky can also be covered with the horror of snow and ice
Mountains also expose a hard temperament
Trail of procrastination
With the fiery red moonlight
Late
Lonely Ganlin, it's you
The light that came at me in the early hours of the morning
The day has long been refracted
The scent of rice blowing in autumn
There is no reason not to awaken the plains
But this winter
Ginkgo forgot to reveal the leaves
The earth reminds me of the clan
The tree forgot about the Oiran
Moon longs to win a lonely show
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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