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Poplar eyes

late autumn

I stood in the wilderness

Look up at the eyes of the poplar tree

They are lonely and deep

Like Rodin's thinker

The fathers are gone

They have also been so profound

Gaze intently

I stood on the sunlit steps

Look down at the bustling crowds

All kinds of eyes look east and west

They were noisy and noisy

hasty

Some eyes

Looking at others with grievances, their eyebrows are high and their eyes are low

If confused by the eyes

It reminds you of poplars

The seasons are disturbed

Its eyes

Would make me quiet

2021.10.25Baoji

Author: Xie Longzhong

Poplar eyes

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