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Poetry 丨 Xu Zhenghua: Pure white blood if it falls on the branches is a mutual greeting

Poetry 丨 Xu Zhenghua: Pure white blood if it falls on the branches is a mutual greeting
Poetry 丨 Xu Zhenghua: Pure white blood if it falls on the branches is a mutual greeting

This lyrical snow cannot escape trampling

I've been waiting for thirty years for a snow

Just right for men

For women it is like reincarnating in another life

Marrying someone you love is happiness

To be precise, I have been waiting for forty years for this snow

First there was ice, and then there was heavy snow, which had been seen forty years earlier

It is rare to express emotions in this way

Pure white blood

If you land on the main road, you will be crushed by a car, which is painful torture

If it falls on the branch, it is a mutual greeting

High winds, light winds

Hugh wants to blow it off

Snow! I want you to fall into the field

That way, no one will hurt you

Chinese New Year's Eve

Red lanterns hang in front of the window

Couplets are attached on either side of the door

The Spring Festival is auspicious for all seasons

Firecrackers a sound of old age removed

Spring breeze sends warmth

Fireworks are colorful

Illuminate the dark night

Bloom in the air

Like countless flying fireflies

Early spring diagram

The white goose stretched its neck and barked

The chicken looked down at the worm

A pool of spring water reflects the new willows

The female duck paddles in front of the swim

The duckling followed closely behind

Spring

Yesterday was a winter blink of an eye

Today is spring

A few birds chirped first

The prelude to spring was played

Unforgettable that gentle

Free

Snowflakes, flying in the air

Fall on earth, I once held

belief

Gravel at the bottom of the river

Climb ashore

Lean over and pick one up

Thrown into the air

It flies

I fly

Yun Fei

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Swifts flying hard

Tear the storm apart

Soaring in

Between heaven and earth

sunflower

Give love

Send an orange-red lamp

Her stove room during the day

There will be light

Raise your hand with a pencil

Like a flower in its infancy

Spacious classroom

Poetry 丨 Xu Zhenghua: Pure white blood if it falls on the branches is a mutual greeting

Xu Zhenghua, a native of Changde, Hunan, is a book publisher and lyric poet, whose representative works "My Heart Is No Longer Calm" and so on. He began writing poetry in the 1990s and published a critically acclaimed poetry collections.

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