In April, the leaves are long, the grass is green and the ground is green.
The sun went round and round, absorbed the dark color and ran away.
This is a gloomy picture, this is a wet confession, this is a heavy date.
Everything seems very close to yesterday, an intangible face, moist air, moist eyes and moist heart.
The green waves roll in the photo frame of memory, and the smile that falls asleep at night in the photo seems like a lifetime ago.
A photo often passes through every moment in a dream.
I saw a very different mother, floating in a clean cloud, and sweet love made a happy voice in my dream.
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A few clouds and a few hates, a few folds of yellow and a few folds of mourning.
In the thunder, the air became more flowing, sobbing and getting closer.
Through the rain curtain, thunder kept roaring. Every time it rings, the heart beats faster.
I walked into the windy April, into the Qingming shrouded in sadness.
When pale poems appeared everywhere, I began the rainy season of missing again.
Reproduce sadness and loss, and grow a kind bouquet on the ground, showing loving eyes.
The thunder is leaving, the rain is still beating drums, and the earth has become a black sea.
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Life, large areas of land disappear from the rain.
Listening to the sad cry, my eyes began to rain, and I was wet by clear footsteps.
People who drag their children and children look for the graves of their ancestors in the mountains and seek spiritual comfort in the rest hall.
Away from the lingering fragrance, walking at a slow pace, whispering the homesick song that broke the soul.
"Mom", what a kind name, the word pride is often printed on the selfless face.
Grind April's poems and carefully modify them into mother's loud love.
Open the ink painting and outline a great back.
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Everything is clear, everything is clear and everything is light.
After the heavy rain, crowds surged, full of green.
Under the banner of "great love without borders", we shuttled through the sea of caring for our loved ones.
Burning golden wishes, offering rich wishes and making pious wishes.
Use your own hands, your own mouth and your own love to continue an endless family relationship.
Life is like a song, you need to write it with your heart. Life is like a poem, which needs to be expressed with heart, and life is like a picture, which needs to be colored with love.
Grinding ink and writing in April. Draw a missing wound with a gray sky as the background and a black narration.
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In the clear rain, the heart is in the rain, and in the branches of April, chanting "pedestrians on the road want to break their souls."
How long does it take to complete a cycle and how many cycles does it take to complete a replacement?
Waiting for the paradise of the soul, here is your fresh smile, here is your youthful face.
Fragrant your smile with flowers, light your eyes with paper money, and pay homage to your soul with poetry.
Listen to the rain, you are calling inside and outside the city.
In April, a butterfly flies over the ocean of dreams and into the clear sky.
In April, who will heal the wounds cut by love?