The bright moon in front of the bed
Anna is singing softly
Night outside Moscow
Norther of the North
Black soil by the lake
Cultivated Anna's goodness
The paper and ink are not dry
Floating in the cold wind
Scattered by the lake
We are far apart
Only one piece of rice paper apart
Who is Plato?
Patchwork mailbox
Keep the time of Eden
Three hundred Tang poems written to Anna till dawn
West wind, looking back,
See, ancient road thin horse is hesitating
Crying, organ in company
The other half of Moscow is still melancholy
Splash ink to build a fast horse
Back to the girl ten years ago
Organ, if it has power
Give me a hand, don't let the heart empty melancholy
The old locust in the east of the city often hears desolation
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