I want to write a poem
Although I am not a poet
Don't understand
rhyme fine brushwork flat and oblique
But I still want to write a poem
A poem A poem that dances on the sprouts
poetry
The winter rain has just stopped, but the sunflowers on midsummer night have not yet bloomed.
Not to mention
Late autumn, the wind blows away the sigh of fallen leaves
In the poem, there is only the crisp sound of youthful joints
I'm going to start writing poetry
Please give me time, give me a pen, give me a piece of paper
Add a warm smile
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