Birds bring spring.
Warm the eyes of Millennium Watch.
Leaf buds open the barrier of night.
With a sharp axe in his hand.
But cut off the wings I keep missing
I really want to be a butterfly.
Perched on your eyebrow stump day and night.
Crazy branches look at the sky.
Every leaf
They are all engraved into sentimental poems.
Burning in the folds of annual rings
Like a string, a song or a cry.
Through the palace wall
Thinking of you, your clothes are flying like a rainbow.
But I'm not in the mood to go to Don Juan.
I really want to fold a osmanthus flower.
Fade pear flower makeup for you
Quietly watching you shy.
Frosted branches are covered with snow.
The wine is also cold, mixed with tears and melancholy.
Knowing that you can't get out of the cold.
Still willing to hold the pot and look forward to it.
Silly under the tree
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