Yesterday night the temperature dropped a lot and it began to rain this morning. Just now when I was on the way to the dining room, I found a lot of falling flowers lying on the ground. I trampled on them felling soft. A spark of inspiration suddenly rose to me. I murmured to myself and realized one Chinese 7 poem written as follows. I am sorry I do not have the ability to translate it into English. Now there is no title and it is hard for me to entitle a good one. If you find any problems or you feel there is any better character or words to be exchanged, you’d better bring forward. Thanks to all!
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