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A worthy sculpture,

Hand on pergola

Standing in the setting sun,

Like a flower that never withers,

Bloom in the afterglow.

Hopeful eyes,

Caught with difficulty

Every figure that hurried by.

On the trees by the roadside,

A homing bird flutters.

inadvertently

touched a fragile nerve,

gratuitously provoked a sound,

A light sigh that makes people shudder!

The night is falling,

The outline of the sculpture is no longer distinct,

Only one heart is still listening.

In the distance, a faint whistle sounded,

In the mist of the night,

The corner of the eye of the sculpture

Two touches of wet marks have been added......

2017.02.05

"Luoying Poetry Collection" 10, Watchman is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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