Poem to you: I write my heart by hand

Rolled out a piece of paper to write about the mood in hand a pen and listen the wind to the sky wild goose call and see how many ups and downs to east water are in a hurry in this down, how much of the month full moon lacks, in this paper the hazy QinZhuanHanWa Song Zu Tang Zong into the dust and the wind became a term you wonderful hand of xihe and li talented how enemy he astimegoesby unnoticeably wind how much day and night wind flow has been turn to the wind and rain myriad lofty sentimentsThe head is also empty shop a piece of paper, hold a pen to write years write how many years this spring, summer, autumn and winter, are scattered in the wind

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