The wind blew in through the window.
Go through the branches of daffodils on the balcony and come in through the curtains
I hung a pair of wind chimes on the window.
When the wind comes, the smell of the wind
Will make them shake and jingle.
The dust on the ground will roll into a small whirlpool.
Green leaves will give off a layer of light.
Anyway, I have prepared the money needed for the ferry.
Put it in the basket on the lintel.
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The wind, gently across the heart embankment.
Stop the outbursts of ideas and cover them up.
The stars blinked their gentle eyes.
Telling the parting thoughts.
Father in the distance, sitting on the kang built by his sister.
Trembling smoke
In the haze, I dozed off when I was awake.
A halo of blood dissolved in water
A meteor flashed across the sky, and the wind swept the basin of Chinese rose on the windowsill.
Blow down the wandering souls on the ground
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The wind burned my body.
I don't have the disorder of spring-summer transition.
Face, highlighting the vicissitudes of life.
The old wound faded with the wind.
Illuminated, I walked out of the barbaric situation.
In the field, broken ears of wheat were harvested.
I just want to wait for the summer wind, before the osmanthus fragrance.
Let the burning bonfire
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
A flash of white lightning