Life wanders on the ridge
One side is desolate and boundless
The other side is prosperous and very
Spring repeats itself
< p> Autumn is the same as autumn.
I don’t want dandelions to bloom
To be honest, that was my original intention, because
After blooming , the day it grew up
It became a rootless seed floating in the wind
But I was powerless
So I became insensitive
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From the south slope to the north slope
Walking back and forth, only a gust of wind is needed
Blowing the old nameless grass and the old landscape trees
p>Blow away every speck of dust that looks the same
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