Years are still flowing, and old scars are hard to brush modern poetry.

The wind in June

swayed the cattail leaf fan

hummed children's songs, accompanied by frogs

I was lying on the cool bed, counting the stars. Yao

The dream was gone, and it left in a hurry

I was left alone, a messy bed

July, please take away the sadness of June

Take away the confusion.

I love it, too, but it's only yours. Watch

I don't mean to laugh

I just wish you would cry your heart out.

As always, your frivolity is

three minutes of thunderstorm, two minutes of dust, one minute of thinking

The roof is raining heavily, and the window is beating, listening and watching

It's far, near and deep.

Fate is sinking, and I am wandering in a wandering way, flowing quietly

but I can no longer flow out. The fragrance of a tear

the dream is no longer as bright as the wind when I was a child. Please forgive my vicious tricks

Just like me, forgive your haste in June

Forgive you, and give me an injury in August in advance

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