Fluttering sprinkled with multifilaments,

I don't know if the lights are gone.

Thoughts are like clouds and emerald dais,

The romance is like a snow-locked eyebrow.

The heart of spring has been far away,

It is difficult for the gentleman to move from the dream.

Qu didn't have a chance to see the blue bird,

Bow your head and cut the candle to continue your winter clothes.

2018.01.11

"Luoying Poetry Collection" 139, Winter Rain is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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