Poetry

The water surface is empty in April

The lush green foxtail grass

The lush and distant foxtail grass

The river is filled with smoke

Distant foxtail in empty arms

In April

The milk of the earth is temporarily abundant

Why do you appear

You Why appear

Make me covered in mud

Make me restless

Cause my river to lose its clearness on both sides

The round moon The distant foxtails

Why are they blurring my eyes

Flooding my pockets and the top of my head

What is your intention when you come to me

The malicious foxtail in April

You gave me an empty neighing and a useless saddle

The returning horse is a beautiful metaphor

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