The feelings are entwined and the thoughts are endless, how many past events have been cast away with the flowing eastward.

The distant green mountains envision the dream of the Yellow River; sometimes pain is a harvest.

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SnowCold

· 10-24 10:33

Move a stool and sit down.

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MorningJoy

· 10-24 02:21

Good poem, good poem

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· 10-24 02:09

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