Shian Nala
In order to find a star
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Shanghai-Hangzhou chezhong
Residual poetry?
Change and invariability
Deep alley in the middle of night
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
Orioles
I don't know the wind
once in a while
Happy snow
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I must know my direction clearly.
-Fly, fly, fly,
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't go to the deserted street to be disappointed.
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Fly, fly, fly,
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Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Wait for her to visit in the garden.
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Fly, fly, fly,
-Ah, she smells like vermilion plums!
At that time, I relied on my lightness,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart
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Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve
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Melt in her gentle heart.