Child brook The cry of cuckoo of my prick up one's ears Grey of one tree pear I am one I see malic flower later Malic flower-drum became round mouth I am low first, look at the dandelion below the foot again Dandelion shakes a face Going, an alley tangled to come over Qiang of my middleaged footstep Liang stagger This is the sunniest in April day The heart hides no less than Ding Dian's spring scenery however I do not know, it is I leave country too long Still be the wind here Do not wish to be blown on an alone back |
Orignal From: Walk country
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