From a piece of flooding invisible water, <br>from a piece of flooding invisible water, the <br>person who fetches the water takes an oval bottle, and <br>this little water gets a certain shape; <br>look, the wind flag fluttering in the autumn breeze, <br>it holds some uncontrollable The body of matter, <br>let the distant light, the distant night <br>and the glory of some distant vegetation, <br>and the mind of running to the distant place, <br>keep some on this flag. <br>We have heard the wind all night, and <br>watched the grass, yellow and red leaves all day. <br>Where do we arrange our thoughts and thoughts? <br>I hope these poems are like a flag of wind to <br>hold onto some uncontrollable things. <br>——Feng Zhi "Sonnet"
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