Poems about 3.8 Women’s Day. Short, not too long. Urgent~~

Beautiful women

Those temptations are finally lifted up,

Finally, they are swayed by the awakening after a deep sleep,

You little woman, you wear a red tassel on your head

You hide your eyes and hold anger, even your arms that are a bit soft,

after being bitten by you

The tooth marks turned into red pistils, deeply imprinting the season

As if deep in the jungle, you can also see snails carrying time

What should I do?

Wan Muchun in front of the grass tree

Sweep the dust particles in front of your door

You should see its eyes,

The pear blossom is full of tears ,

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