Put yourself in when the sun is clear, like putting a piece of dried tangerine peel.
Drink tea in turn: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose and lemon.
These beautiful things seem to take me on the road of spring.
So I kept the snow in my heart again and again.
They are too white, too close to spring.
Read your poems in a clean yard. This kind of human thing
Trance is like a sparrow flying suddenly.
And time is bright. I'm not fit for grief.
If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry.
I will give you a book about plants and crops.
Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass
I tell you, barnyard grass is terrible.
spring
Author | Yu Xiuhua
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I once saw such a story that a boy gave his favorite girl a book about crops.
The girl laughed at the boy for being bored. It was not until a long time later that she read this poem by Yu Xiuhua that she suddenly understood the deep love of the boy in the book.
Later girls will probably have some regrets, but after all, there is no follow-up to the story.
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