Seeing the broken bridge, I want to break it again.
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I saw the sky blue broken bridge photographed by my friend, probably in the twilight.
I didn't wait for you, that's the heart of blue and white porcelain.
I often look forward to waiting for you, but my words are ambiguous.
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Don't think about anything.
In March and spring, I just want to visit the West Lake.
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Spring is already deep, and the broken bridge should be full of spring.
Although Xu Xian's love is full of wrinkles, it is always soft and beautiful. It's time to get dressed, full of green.
Close your eyes and imagine that the West Lake should be raining in Mao Mao.
Because it is suitable for making umbrellas.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, do you have some kind of complex of your own?
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No one to accompany, a person also want to go.
Even with company, a lover is enough.
But, secular, how can I go!
Last time I wrote a poem "Imagination of Broken Bridge", a literary friend saw it and told me that I was in Hangzhou.
I joked that help me break the love on the bridge.
A friend replied, haha, the broken bridge has been playing "once in a thousand years", and the artistic conception is beautiful!
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Hey! I can't go, I just have a fantasy.
The broken bridge must be beautiful, because it permeates too many poetic elements.
The broken bridge in each season has its own beauty.
Especially in spring.
Although I haven't seen it, I have accepted its four seasons.
The broken bridge in March is naturally fragrant against the backdrop of spring.
The willows are lingering, the ferry is leisurely, and the broken bridge is also drunk.
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The blue broken bridge is full of twilight, which will make the climax more vivid.
Twilight, there is dusk returning to people.
And come back, there will be others, they will meet!
The ever-changing is a foregone conclusion. It is not words that act, but a potential in the world.
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To put it bluntly, it is still an equal word.
Wait for me, broken bridge!
I'm here to feel your beauty, not to step on your love for thousands of years.
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Love is old; Spring is not over.
Beauty is still there; Me, come on!