Early winter in Chongqing
Author: Wang Hualiang
(I)
Heaven and earth are integrated
Mountains dragged heavily in the middle
Aging branches
Scattered birds singing
Wild grass half green half yellow
It is still the autumn deep
The wind blows from the north here and there is no momentum
Slight
Like the eyes of lovers when they parted
Double cold
Wild chrysanthemums bloom one after another
Light the glory of the season
No signs of snowflakes falling
Only I have full expectations ml4
Geese wandering by the river
Does it take a few days to fly south again
I don't know
But I know
But I know
I have been to
I am no longer sad
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(II)
Is the season here staggering
Or wait for your triumphant return
Bougainvillea Still spraying fragrance
Wooden hibiscus even more rosy
Aging canna is still the afterglow
Dark red face lets the cold and frivolous
Sky-pickled vegetables green
Green vegetables lush
A tree maple red writes a faint sadness
Like a person who is looking forward to returning, graffitiing the sunset
Who is falling in time
Who is blooming life
Listen to the gurgling stream
Look at the petite Lantana
Wearing a five-color hat, wandering in the wind,
The leisurely past is just a cloud of mist,
Let yourself be in the world,
Soaring freely
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