The aged hamlet was solitude in deep fall,
Cold rill brought red leaves and abandoned houses.
Foliage of apricot was dancing with the wind off the wall,
Bald twigs were waving toward the sky, lonely and sorrow.
I write poems,mainly for the joy of my own.If they can also entertain others,that would be mostly exciting. Poems I write,are in English.Though I am a Chinese and not a native English speaker. I love Poem and English,as well as classical music and book reading.
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