——Toutiao author/Yunkai Rida
It's late at night, little raindrops
Autumn colors are blurred
Far from afar, yellow flowers are intoxicated
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Outside the window, light rain drizzle
Little golden chrysanthemum, swaying in the wind
a piece of golden, intoxicated
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Heart sings with the little raindrops, autumn colors
0 0 Singing the thoughts in my heart, slightly cold
lamenting the passing of time, rapid
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night dark, light rain fly
brother, I really want my sister
let love follow the rain, dripping from your heart
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very much like Toutiao, the platform for ordinary people, where you can sing and dance, indulge in singing and depiction between mountains and rivers and human feelings. In this bustling crowd, we can find many literary lovers, search for ideological resonance, empathy , and empathy , write our own chapters of life, and record the footprints of life along the way.
Our encounter is fate. In thousands of articles, if you meet my words by chance, we will be a special fate, thank you for meeting! Thank you for your attention! Thank you for your support and likes! I am also grateful to those readers who came to my home in obscurity! I also hope that all the friends who come to visit will provide guidance and valuable suggestions!
editing and production/Poetry/Yunkai Rijiu
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