Ignorance] text: Falling snow and dust.
Thousands of sunsets in the verses.
After closing the window, I didn't know its appearance.
As I miss you. Hidden in poetry, not named.
Nobody knows.
Affection] text: Falling snow and dust.
The snow has cleared, and the moon is clear and the wind is clear.
In the warm spring dusk, the closed window is different from the night.
It's just because I'm too casual that the bright moon is in the poem.
It's always out of your reach.
So I'm going to fold an early spring begonia.
Running for you. The year is warm and cold].
Text: Falling snow and dust.
The year is warm and cold, and I woke up from a dream last night.
When it was daylight, I still heard the sound of the wind.
If you feel sleepy. The mist was thick outside the window.
I don't know how much drizzle it has fallen on Nanshan.
Gloomy Skyrim.
Chang'an seems to have lost half of the spring.
Spring] text: Falling snow and dust.
After the dust filled Chang'an.
The first spring rain was born.
It is the poetry that comes from crushing three thousand folds.
It is also a clear word for joint burial.
Note: After two days of sandstorms, the weather forecast is cloudy and rainy. About the author: Falling snow and dust
A vulgar and ordinary person, writing some scribbled poems, trying to live an ordinary life. Three thousand passers-by, ten zhang red dust, meeting is fate, thank you for liking.
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