was dedicated to July,
filled with mountains and rivers, and
the indifference that evaporation can evaporate was free and easy.
Don't blame me,
You and I on the road,
Why is it that you are sweating?
it's all my fault.
I get something for nothing.
Cicada has its privileges.
It covers exaggerated vegetation with its thin body.
It laughs endlessly at you and me.
Sweating is not a sin. A complete collection of fiery poems about the wind
The wind is hot in July,
just like you and me.
leave everything in a corner that you have never met.
How can the hot wind float by lightly?
It leaves a kind heart in the countryside and
in the plateau.
Only with the care of the shade,
the obvious is not high,
there is no need to have much hope for sweat?
just for you and me,
from ancient times to the present,
seeing and thinking is nothing more than eternal perfection. A book of passionate poems about the wind
The monsoon in July
troubled my heart, but fortunately, the summer rain
sent away a floating cloud and set foot on confusion.
Only the mountain springs in other places,
Your body surface and my veins really make people's hearts beat cold.
It's definitely not what you and I want?
The tied reins,
Whether to let it run or wind easily,
are only heard by the moss on both sides.
The wind brings the boiling surface all the way
and takes away the evaporation cynicism,
I don't know where to smile.