Remnant leaves / January 19, 2014
Poetry / Xu Jingqu / Feng Jiajie
The autumn wind is stirring my thoughts,
How long does a dream last?
In the past, there was a flourishing cloud,
All day long in a hurry.
Thin sleeves and cold clothes have no foundation,
Qingshuang SuYue can know each other?
When he turned into spring mud,
There are no green branches in the world.
Remnant leaves / January 19, 2014
Poetry / Xu Jingqu / Feng Jiajie
The autumn wind is stirring my thoughts,
How long does a dream last?
In the past, there was a flourishing cloud,
All day long in a hurry.
Thin sleeves and cold clothes have no foundation,
Qingshuang SuYue can know each other?
When he turned into spring mud,
There are no green branches in the world.
Remnant leaves / January 19, 2014
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