They can all wash my heart for my poems/Xishuangbanna Zhou Yanfeng
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Green leaves can wash the heart, write the dust brought by sighing
Flowers can wash the heart and write about the twilight of premature aging
Rain and dew can wash the heart, wash the numbness that is no longer moved
Bird language can wash the heart and write about the noise left by mundane things
Baiyun can wash his heart, write fame and fortune and be discouraged
The morning mist can wash the heart, wash away the loss of yesterday and the melancholy of today
The breeze can wash the heart and wash out the restlessness of the headland
Sunshine is the best way to wash the heart, wash away all memories and recent plans
