Morning dreams

by Allure Blue Rain

The morning light is soft, the grass is green, and the dew drops break the reserve.

Dreams travel around, lingering, peach blossoms flirt with feelings.

The fate of this life, the prayer before the Buddha, is like a book lingering story.

Leifeng Tower, can't be locked, and the white snake is lovesick.

Grievances spread poignant stories, romantic encounters, lingering begins.

If it is as sad as the legend, the oil-paper umbrella will be sent, the West Lake and you.

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