Poetry: Laughter to vicissitudes

(i)
The wind is cold, the rain is small.
Flower tree gently shake frost leaves fluttering. Autumn thoughts tears.
The flowers are scorched and the leaves are gaunt.
He Gong's rivers and lakes are drifting for thousands of miles, and the love is deep and the waves are waves.
(ii)
How to go to Wushan Thousands of Miles, Love Long Cloud Road.
Created on October 28, 2021
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