Whose fence,
One needle is green.
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Morning dew, pulling a string of warblers,
A sound, like the sound of nature,
Yes, green dots and red aggregates wake up.
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A shy dream of a budding and hidden girl.
The budding whispers that plague bees.
The double beautiful images of blooming and swaying butterflies.
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Light red, light green,
Hazy fragrance, blurred color.
Is to conquer the fence. Are you going to dress up as the world of mortals?
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Clusters, flowers, petals,
Shine in the sun, such as electricity.
It is so soft in the moonlight.
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Leaning his waist against the fence, leaning his fingers against the railing, trembling and dragging,
Can't stand it, bee lips once, gentle kiss.
Can't stand it, butterfly wings once, snuggle gently.
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In a storm, the flowers fell all over the floor.
Close your eyes slightly, blink quietly,
Like a butterfly waiting for nirvana.
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In the end, the dream was broken and the love was gone.
Time flies, the sweet soul is drifting away and disappearing.
The happiness of roses is just a beautiful, short-lived and silent trembling.
Grade 5: Wang Yanfen.