Yue's ancient poems

Snow falls like a cloud.

Yue Xin Dian Dian frost mark

Buried flowers are cold and the moonlight is heavy.

The soul drifts into the dust.

-goo ~ (╯ ╰) b, I don't know why I thought for half an hour and wrote such an antique poem. .

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~ (@ _ @) ~ ~ I hope you like it ~ ~ Believe me, if I don't explain, you should understand the general meaning, right?

Satisfied, I hope it will be better to adopt the satisfactory answer \ (o)/~

Dear ~ it is difficult for us to answer questions ~ I believe you will understand us ~ so we must adopt them in time ~

-Your smile is the most important team.

~ ~ ~ ★ Happy sunset