Yesterday on the road, I walked together with friends.

A light rain with wind.

I was looking for a resident bird "Wings", but it provoked a tree with "greenery", the flowers are still good, and the leaves are still thick.

There is still a spring left in the twilight of winter, but the hearts of the people are still full of love.

Now the trees are surrounded by trees, and the leaves are prosperous and withered at the end of the year.

Floating in the zero place, stained with clothes, even more miserable.

It has become a pity to remember goodbye for a long time, let alone see each other today.

Hugh went, it's hard to say, Yishan.

——"Yesterday's Road * Ji Yingzhou Plane Wood Glory and Withering Feeling"

Note: On the night of December 13, 2015, when I visited Yingzhou, I saw that only two or three plane trees (i.e. plane trees) were still green, and the rest were already yellow. However, when I returned to my hometown a few days later, I found that the only remaining ones had become yellow and green, so I wrote this word to commemorate those special plane trees & by the way, I expressed my old feelings.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Poetry] 23: "Ji Yingzhou Plane Suzuki Rong and Withering Feeling" is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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