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Other. Maybe it's just the wailing of an autumn goose, I hear it, I sigh, but how can I respond?
Those who go, find their own warm buildings, stay, and keep the cold wind of the season.
Don't say you don't fly, since you want to hike, just keep your wings winged, maybe it's just the flute that sets sail, I hear it, I sigh, but how can I chase it?
Those who go have their own directions, and those who stay can only struggle in their memories!
Don't talk about returning, since you are going to sail away, let the dancing wind raise the sails!
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A classic of Arctic Jun's poems about winter.
Snow of the Sky ve by Arctic King.
That is, to come to the world as a guest.
A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.
A few things to sleep in peace.
Several times I was drunk and didn't want to wake up.
Never stumble. Thousands of nights that miss you.
The sky is like indifference, and the heart is like snow.
Drink up the desolation, this love is fire.
Exclusive tea and drink with the years.
The feeling of warmth and coldness in the world.
Arctic Jun's poetry collection "If Two Snowflakes Meet".
If two snowflakes meet.
ve Arctic King.
In the winter. A white hand.
Whether or not there is a desire to touch.
Another trembling heart.
If two bosom snowflakes meet.
Even in the spring.
I'd do both. Even if you can't fly to the earth.
I melted.
I will also use tears.
Embrace your freshly damp heart.
Arctic Jun's poetry collection "If Two Snowflakes Meet".
Forget the wings that fly.
ve Arctic King.
Open in the cold winter months.
Float and let life fall to the ground.
Piece by piece.
Forget the wings that fly.
Fresh scent.
White stamens.
A quilt that spreads the earth.
Packed with dusty memories.
Let the night fall asleep slowly.
Arctic Jun's poetry collection "If Two Snowflakes Meet".
Cold Moon ve Arctic Jun.
Boundless skyline.
It was so quiet that there was no news of the wind.
A cold moon. Wake up in the snow.
Slowly rise. Leave a trail of light.
At this time, heaven and earth are pure.
The moon and snow balance the temperature.
The colors are divided equally.
Arctic Jun's poetry collection "If Two Snowflakes Meet".
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There are rhyming ones and there are also (funny) don't write it, I don't recognize that I want to eat fists, Qiu Hao doesn't eat when he eats, and he becomes in his stomach when he eats.
It's really troublesome to eat and eat, it's better to eat directly.
You are a pig, I am not, so "at the beginning of man, nature is good, you take a bath, I peek." ”
Another so-called "exam without turning the book, it's just a pig." Grab food is not active, IQ is problematic. ”
Hee-hee, give me a thumbs up!
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Fireflies fireflies, carrying small lanterns, fly around, because they don't know how to put the lanterns.
Put it there, so run around, this tree is not good, that tree is not good.
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Childlike innocence, the dreams of childhood.
With a cloud from his youth, fly to a distant place.
We have precious childlike innocence and childhood dreams.
Childlike innocence is a little elf with wings, innocent and beautiful.
Exuding vitality. Take a closer look, on the swing, by the stream, you will definitely find traces of childlike innocence.
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Tree spring tree.
It's a bird's paradise.
Summer trees. It's the stage for cicadas.
Autumn trees. It is the home of fruits.
Winter trees. It is a storehouse of animals.
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Nostalgia. Can you sense that I have a deep affection for you?
The sun is your clothes, the rain and dew moisten your face, and my heart has been wandering in that land, day after day, year after year.
The pace of time, you are walking so fast!
Many boring people in your light and shadow, gradually faded out of my sight, out of my life, and why, I miss those years even more, the light under the new moon or full moon, those laughter that passed away and never came back?
Hometown, you are my sweet sorrow forever!
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Turn it on. Open the window and let in the air. Such as Hu.
It feels fresh and beautiful, and the scumbags are stupid and happy.
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