Modern Poetry
Bottle
瓶
Xiong Hong
On which you are not sad, the porcelain Kap Shui
Documented on the as in ancient times, as in the clear qin melody fountain
You are not sad, you drink one Ganlie
Also in the deep forest, like dripping transparent leaves ten million
Walking through this, you use the bottle of clear liquid Pumping
Poems one by one to form
Pour at any time, music could not help thin wings flapping
I'm where I was white feather
The above case full of expectations, as the case of the
Ling time you come to involve heavy
Take away the bottle
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