Li Xuchuan of Hebei Province
Stove under the wood tile on the smoke, the family cool warm in this connection。True destiny, good Fukuda。Life comes and goes in between。 Fishing song son • hoof path In the past, there are still traces of hoof wheels, who's a few dust。Handlebar style, the sound of a horn。We haven't seen each other in years。 Go back to your hometown Every to the pine forest village, more memories of the stream head grazing。Rain fall wind floating summer color, cattle old children care。When grass lush, but less ploughing hoof in。All over the land grain dye autumn and spring, diffuse hide the way back。© 2021 Hunan Changde Poetry Society. All Rights reservedXiang ICP No. 14009931 -1
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