moments of spring# Prose - 散文.原创文学板
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Land bared after rest
the whole winter
not yet put to work,
the orchar trees bloaded
with juices, branches red
like vines full of blood -
mind rushes forward to open field,
yelling friends, me too
When night comes rain beats upon the earth
impatient to turn the page
the whole winter
not yet put to work,
the orchar trees bloaded
with juices, branches red
like vines full of blood -
mind rushes forward to open field,
yelling friends, me too
When night comes rain beats upon the earth
impatient to turn the page