Who is forcing me to describe you I can not forget you are close to the village close to the life you have entered into poetry
Hougang pairs of crisp spring wet my feelings
Yew launched large camellias in full bloom palm hills and stone walls have become dream-like soft Chik mountain pine wood stretch out on the Skylark wings across the gray tiles of the mountain wind brought from the land of the most deep pine and Phoenix There are wind and rain in the precarious mythology embroidered bag is difficult to express the love of my life by its simplified language was crystal clear
I am also able to calmly do forget your beautiful villages in Yu's home, under a lantern only woman tongue beating along with folk songs and my verse immersed in the ancient tin-ri was a pot of rice wine brewing pot native soil the longer the more concentrated the more concentrated the more drunk
Author: xlz1203
