Winter rain destroys fragrant branches, and there are books to interpret dreams.
Wandering in the ocean of words is not old, write a poem of the world of mortals.
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Leaning against the porch window, looking at the moon, falling in love, revealing beauty.
Sweet and lyrical, a few strings of poems send winter.
(The pictures are all from the Internet, and can be deleted if there is anything wrong. )