The Trees’ Dream

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On the corner of the northern cities
Silently stood rows of trees,
Haze in grey blanket
Covered with them, they make the dream of the spring.
They dreamed of a bright spring day
The sun shines in the blue shy,
In the lonely silence loess plateau,
Primroses are smileing in the spring breeze.

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