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Poetry \ Winter Light

author:Hua Chenjun looks at the world
Poetry \ Winter Light

Winter afternoon sunshine

It is a hotbed for the sad

Are the grieving people the ones who have lost themselves?

People without ideals are not sad

Sit in front of the window

Look at the shimmering water of the Fuyang River

It's a time you can't grasp

It's a hasty past

Thinking of the bright light of spring

Oh, yes.. yes

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