Step on the threshold of spring
Text/Ye Qiu Zi
Squeak a classical number.
Use your share.
Poetry full of spring
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March
Spring is coming again.
Birds, flowers and leaves
I heard them whispering.
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leave
whistle
Endless music
Put down the note
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The imprint of time
Kiss the sunset
In the dim dust
I can't erase the mud you branded.
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see you again
Text/Ye Qiu Zi
On the lips nurtured by cherry blossoms
Write a love poem of indefinite length
Leave you
Author: Li Guangfan, pen name: Ye
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