One

There are few books in the sound of Pujia,

Dream memories of the west window, the night is getting cooler.

I won't regret breaking through the south wall,

This place of peace is my hometown.

Two

The fog covers the clouds and mountains,

Lock the curtain and open the door to try on winter clothes.

Autumn coolness gradually falls in the evening of the anvil,

Dream of green birds into the embroidery.

2018.10.28

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