Phineas Zhang

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Articles by Phineas Zhang

Spring

The birds are singing.The grass is green, the flowersBlooming. It is Spring.

Hope

Winter comes and leaves,Leaving white scattered everywhere.The sun comes with hope

Sun

Sun

The world’s provider,The blazing ball of heat isOur beloved sun.

Winter

The leaves have fallen.Along with the leaves, snow hasCome. It is winter.