Six-eight verse of June

Let's meet again in June, sitting in the cornfield, listening to the cicadas chirping, hearing the sky combing the passing seasons, and the gentle raindrops of spring blossoming.

then return to the dried-up river and the river.
Then the afternoon with the mountains
The thunderstorm was stunned.
then sit with a star
I think you're busy.
dream of acacia

Durian, lost in thought, gray hair
and the butterfly
swaying by the roadside...

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