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Standing in front of the desolate window
My eyes touch a withered yellow
In the cold, wet and dew season,
< p>But that cold heart-
The wind beats on the window lattice, a string of rain
Memory wind chimes, heavy swing
Can’t help but think of that flower scene again
The withering season
The sentences of tears condensed into frost
Hanging on the eaves
The frost flower expresses pain in a unique manner
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The sound of deep and shallow longing
With the whitening The moonlight rises
Boundless sadness
A lonely person walking towards the loneliness of lovesickness
At the end, there are tears full of tears
A frosty cold Silence in heavy fog
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Manzhu Shahua poems are always on the way
On the road to heaven
You remain in my heart Smile,
It hurts me so much
It hurts so much that I am speechless in this frosty season
I tear my bleeding heart repeatedly, and I can’t find any
A kind of strength
To heal this heavy pain
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The white snow soul
My thoughts about a ray of sunshine,
Now I have been displaced
After late autumn, everything withers away
A cold rain causes disaster
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A dream of longing for the distance
Coinciding with winter, the clouds are covered with snow
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A snowflake is destined to fly
To heal the pain of rain and tears
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From a rain to a snow
Can the lost dream be found in the silent season
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I have nothing in my hands
Except for the struggle of life and death again and again
I really have nothing
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Always I have no chance with green,
I can only leave my fate to the withered yellow
Welcome the wind and frost alone
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In the midst of stubbornness, grasp the whiteness Imagination
Let every drop of tear turn into snow
Characters full of life and whiteness
Soul in the form of snow
Crystal flying , drifting towards early winter
On the way home from hospital
From life to death, from death to life
Accepting it over and over again
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Car, driving through the rain
The rain sobs all the way, the wind bleaks all the way
Rain is the tears of snow, snow is the dream of rain
< p> It is a call from the horizon, until one dayThe conversion of a soul
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The white color will be overwhelming
Full of hangings Branches
Autumn is fading away
The sun will rise tomorrow
Does it belong to my world
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p>The car was swaying and my mind was in a trance
Suddenly, I wanted to write a poem
This proves that I am truly alive
I just returned from birth with Escape from the crack of death
Will my years have to go again
To the end of my life,
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The car is driving slowly in On the way home
In front of me is a rain in late autumn
There is only a rain soaked in sadness