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I wrote this poem in spring.
Sing this song with you and more people.
The sea collided violently with the ice and the ship rushed to the waves.
We stand like this,
Call the wind gently, like calling a girl.
Let all the small trees on the earth be covered with green sails.
When the fruit emits a bright red flame.
Shot down by the wind one by one, at that time.
Seeds should be scattered all over the land and mineral deposits-with silence.
For today's singing.
In order to sing, magnolia
Open your white heart to the blue sky.
In order to stop being lonely, the starry sky shines everywhere in the Spring Festival.
The golden sound stimulates us.
The sun is chasing and the birds are pulling.
Let's go together.
Walking in a hurry on the road paved with petals is fragrant.
Lilacs swayed behind them like shadows.
Spring comes to greet us and provide more flowers.
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You are warm and cheerful, like the sunshine in April.
Imaginary clouds are flying in the high wind.
Looking for a beautiful voice
The tremor of love, the waves of crops, the ringing of metal.
Go to a distant place and release the power in your throat.
You came running to me like a gust of wind
Tell me one thing that makes you sit still.
Holding an exciting poem
Read until hope rises trembling.
Shake the blue edge of dawn
I know your good wishes, the girl you forgive.
Forgive, life is getting confused.
But everything that can't be forgiven
It stings you again.
You hate darkness, even shadows.
Therefore, treat others clearly and clearly.
Seeing the heart, a bright red berry swayed among the green leaves.
You will hang this bright red fruit all over the branches year after year.
Let the good people take it off.
When I think of you, I will make a wonderful sound in my poems.
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We've met, Locke.
Talk in the language of the sea jade
In plain language like the beach.
Snowflakes of waterfowl perch on our shoulders.
Flying around, so we talk to the sky.
We've met. river
Blue flowing on black land
The sun and stars sleep in our arms.
Shining, trembling brilliant dream.
Small white sails accompany us like pure girls.
The mountain is covered with tenacious conifers.
In winter, he is also a green warrior.
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The land said: I want to be close to the sky.
As a result, the mountains rose.
People say: I want to live.
So, the flood receded.
The river flows gracefully.
Let's go with more people.
The ancestors told their lush wishes in the wind.
Blood flows enthusiastically in the body and exults in the sun.
The sun scattered flowers of seven colors on thousands of branches.
What will we leave to the earth?
Thousands of boats with leaves set out from the branches.
The sea threw crisp waves into cracks in the rocks.
What will our army get?
What kind of brilliance will the wrinkles of the years shine?
I can't imagine this beautiful scenery.
Don't flash on people's faces.
Where are we born and what is the significance of death?
I can't imagine being in a tall building
Don't overflow the laughter of ordinary families.
What is the significance of our labor and creation?
for this reason
I woke up with the sea and picked up my tools.
Run with us in spring.