A Yuan's poem: If there is still love
When the Asian continental plate rose, the mountain peaks
Why were they covered with ice and snow
Hina The eagle is searching hard for that tenderness in the polar regions
Is it to miss the vastness or the vastness
There is still love, but time has passed
If, there is still love
When the tide rises on the west side of the sea, the lake water
Why is it still as calm as ever
Crook still faces it obsessively Heading in the direction of piety
Should I hold on to the bag of salt or the love of the prince?
There is still love, but the longing is no longer
If there is still love
When walking through the noisy city, the crowds
Why do they look at each other
Passionate people look for shadows in the river at the bridgehead
Yes Look at the tree, or listen to the flowing water
There is still love, but there are no more passers-by
If there is still love
The tip of the pen is on the white paper When walking, thoughts
Why dance gracefully between texts
The wandering soul cannot stop for a long time
Is it to care for the remaining text, or to torture the heart
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There is still love, *** is no longer
Note: The name of Crook in the article is a legendary person, and he is now named in Crook Lake, Haixi Prefecture, Qinghai Province.
About the author A Yuan Mouben
Yuan Zhiqi has been engaged in writing work for 16 years. He has served as party committee secretary, publicity department officer, magazine editor, website forum editor, and has been responsible for large-scale Writing meeting materials. He has published more than 300 articles in various journals, magazines, newspapers, and the Internet, and has been rated as an advanced individual in amateur writing many times.
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