Shepherd boy on the back of cattle
Open your heart
The boundless March
Can't hide your chrysanthemum dream under the shadow of the tree
The wind sighs in the forest
The clouds are floating in the blue sky
Your cold flute
The fragrance of the earth comes from the grass
Poems in September
Already buried in the snow
Why do I hear that
You have a lot of blood in your chest
Look at that
The eternal spring is whirling in the valley
Do you know
The green birds call you in the woods
Shepherd boy
The countryside is deserted
The setting sun is still lonely
And let your indifference
Projection on the way home of splashing ink
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