evergreen. Modern poetry
Childhood quiet
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From the second team to the sixth team, not far away,
, along with the wetlands.
just has a single-plank bridge,
Several sand dates , a bright ditch.
Many years ago, my father,
, and the ancestor who became the mud,
How did he worry about life?
The past years, bitter and bitter ,
is like an abandoned gap sickle, red steel rust...
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from team six to team two, not far away,
, along with the scrap house.
just has a single-plank bridge,
Several red willow , a bright ditch.
But, where is my dream?
That vast reed marsh is in my heart,
That day in full swing,
The passionate years,
Those, the life with tears and smiles,
Those, the life with tears and smiles,
hm l2 Those, hope for a good harvest...
Oh, the reed lake far away,
Who was scratched by clear memories?
I was just a stunned empty space,
shirtlessly picked it up from the arms of black bull ,
A bundle of reed . At that time, I was in the water,
Several leeches swallowed me by reed root ,
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