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Miss you, in the lonely wind,
Waiting for the vast moonlight in Yaochi,
I don't know if you're like me,
The footsteps of winter are approaching,
Have the desire to light a basket of bonfires.
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Miss you, like the sunshine in winter,
Once turned indifference into kindness,
The cold fog explains the homesickness,
Like ice and snow melting, rippling in the spring,
No more ignorance and hesitation.
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Miss you, take courage,
Walking through the gallery of Tang poetry and Song poetry,
One by one, put on flowered skirts,
Rhythm beats the ruthlessness of thought,
I can't find clothes and makeup that suit me.
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So you became a chrysanthemum,
Alone on the frosted window lattice,
Tears of narcissism.
Longgua blooming like a sickle,
I want to bring back the beautiful scenery.
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The original drunken dream after promotion,
Nailed to the colorful snow,
There is a plum blossom,
Waiting for the "high wall" of winter,
Drunk red proudly reflects snow and spits incense.
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Sing a little song to ease the desolation of winter.
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Years frost on your face,
Write down the cold season in your dream,
Pour a glass of old wine,
To protect yourself from frostbite,
I miss you in the light of the stove.
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Years frost on your face,
Fold the fragrance of autumn chrysanthemum,
Colorful,
Cover up the vicissitudes of life through mud,
Bury the desolation of the cup of sorrow,
In the wind, the pride of a chrysanthemum is in the cavity.
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Years frost on your face,
Plug in the wings that carry dreams,
Sing a little song of good news,
To solve the desolation of winter.
Build a wall for the nest with a dry skill.
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If the winter is not desolate,
How can I understand,
There should be no hesitation in those bright lights,
Always hurt my mood,
Let the years turn into the past.
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Who played solo?
Turn desolation into bright starlight,
In the dry winter,
Bloom and ignite the fragrance of spring,
Let magpie turn plum blossom into a swan song.
Selected original poems of rare birds in Hanzhong 20 16 1 1.4.