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Night
Light boat
Set the storm
Backing to home
To the moon
Every tranquil dream
Night
Icy breeze
Bring the snow
Wishing in frost
See thy again
Every coming spring
Life is too short.
But spring will come eventually, and I will meet you when the flowers bloom again.
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There is a plum tree in my backyard. At the end of February every year, the buds will be covered with bare branches, and gradually a light pink plum blossom will appear, with a touch of sweet fragrance. At the beginning of April, the plum blossoms fade, and the backyard will be filled with petals.
From birth to decay, I witness the life of flowers every single year.
During the spring break of 2018, my goldfish died. I buried him under a tree and covered its small grave with withered flowers.
May 2018
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Out of gallery
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Sinking to the digital
You come, driving the rime
New moon every night
Dreaming of the mortal
I realize, fleeting the time
Same flower every life