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青冢路遥人去少,黑山寒重雁来多。每每读起耶律楚材这句伤感青城的诗句,我无不心起微澜——自江南入塞,花开花落、草枯草荣已八载,为人为文沥血呕心,多少悲喜,多少苦乐,又有几人知?8年来,我俨然父辈一般精细的江南农人,以笔为耜,躬耕在这个异乡的城市,勤耕耘,细收获;8年来,我俨
Qingtuka Road remote to less, Montenegro cold heavy goose. Often read Yelv Chu material this sad Qingcheng poem, I am all uprisings - since the south into the plug, flowers, hay grass Rong has been eight years, for man-made Lek heart, how much joy and joy, how much In the past eight years, I just like the finest Jiangnan peasants in my parents. With pen as my head and gong in this strange city, I worked diligently and finely. In the past 8 years,