Pear Blossom, when we talk about this topic on a cold winter night
I always feel that it is a bit different from the withered yellow in our memories during the day
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Perhaps, tomorrow morning
You can see the flying snowflakes falling quietly on the branches
And then, you have to endure the weightless `Deception
Pear blossom, there is no way to find a branch of truth
The memory has withered
However, the pear tree has not found it yet
There, once I have mentioned wandering through the pear orchard in early spring
Pear blossoms, in those unforgettable passionate years
, were suppressed for a long time
Reality, let us close the door Struggle
While walking, I was occasionally hit
When I woke up
I heard the pear blossom singing ①
Pear blossom, yes The sky roars like breaking out of a cage
Comrades in arms, chatting and laughing in small groups in the pear orchard
Peach blossoms and cuckoos are actually jealous
At that time, we longed In this ancient pear orchard
A story happened
Pear blossoms fell to the earth in the lingering years
It struck people's hearts with a faint feeling Ripples
Note: ① At that time, we were stationed in the Liyuan, so we came up with such a poem.