Listen to the elegant rhyme of the wind, feel the breath of nature, the river city is coming in winter, and a big river full of white mist is in full view.

I still remember that in the past, the yellowish color covered the river, but now it is different from the style of the past, and the artistic conception is strong.

Looking at the looming surging river, it seems to see a new confusion.

The light feathers flying in the sky are like thoughts, and like purple lyrics, poems are repeated, wandering and chanting into the poet's heart.

But at this time, between heaven and earth, hundreds of miles of vastness, suddenly, there was endless emptiness in the heart.

What kind of feeling induces me, feeling the withered lotus leaves.

It seems to be the lingering name Hyacinth, wandering between you and me, remembering the crisp fragrant field that used to be, but now it is full of magnificent real estate.

But the original heart that we can't erase is faintly remembered, there are your first tears in the fantasy, and after thinking about it, I saw the seeds of the wind, maybe...... That! It is the Qinglian of love......

Rose! It is fiery, but how can it understand the hyacinth's succumbent, that kind of youthful ballad, proud of you and me, and the simplicity of the lily seems to be no longer outstanding for the lotus root.

However, the summer of memories that is still sketched again, and the letter full of longing, flows with the wind and never stops.

Adhering to the heroic pace, there are mosquitoes and erosion, but the tender green willow teeth on the riverside have buried the eye-catching of the past, and the elegant rhyme poetry of nostalgia, catering to the pace of hyacinths, drifting in the world, and deeply hovering in the next page of spring and autumn for you and me.

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