Selected poems | next year

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The next year she opened her notebook and began to do a little bit of a daze, then pulled out the cornmeal stuck on the yellow dotted line. October, the new winter lay flat before her a page with no wheat on the cover, no sweet potatoes, nothing on the cover. She fanned her hand just through the wind and the smell of earth and a little rain like snow.She thought that how to also want to know more wonderful content, come to pay attention to reading and sleeping culture, poetry emperor, reading and sleeping poetry society