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Zang Yusi
12 months, representing the ancient poems of each month, expressing the ultimate beauty of 12 kinds of years! March: Jiangnan smoke and rain ⛈🌧🌨 March is also known as seasonal spring, Yang spring, twilight spring. Late spring is the season of longing
Zang Yusi
01-22
"This morning, make a pot of warm tea on the weekend" - Abundance / Xu Shao - Rain, it rained a lot, from last night until this morning. The weather was very cold and cold, and the cold wind was blowing with rain, rain
Zang Yusi
01-22
The rain came, and the text that came quietly came to me from my front, back, left, right, and upper, quietly to my side. Rain fell on the moon flowers in the yard, and the bright flowers were even more
Zang Yusi
01-21
#Chengdu Headlines ##Chengdu Life##Food Nutrition Reviews #Selling New Year goods in supermarkets with great interest, walking around but not getting off [covering your face] Look at these ingredient lists, although they are in line with the country
Zang Yusi
01-22
My daily essay is raining and I have to move the battery car into the carport. When I came back without an umbrella, the rain gently touched my clothes, and I felt joy in my heart—for a long time under the dazzling lights of the room
Zang Yusi
01-22
In winter, I look forward to a heavy snow that is flying all over the sky. Today is the third day of the great cold, the last solar term of the lunar year, and nature begins to seem to have a faint budding of spring. In the morning, start
Zang Yusi
01-22
Life is often a taste, a scenery to bring people into the years that have never been able to go back. If you smell the aroma of rape flowers, the warm and expanding breath penetrates into the pores, and the scene about spring floats
Zang Yusi
01-21
Original Poem: Sanitation Worker Hymn / Sister Hoshiko blinks wearily as she lights up the streetlights all night, at this time some dim orange figures wave the rustle of brooms on the empty streets
Zang Yusi
01-22
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