After mowing the grass, the drizzle was falling, and I saw the little flowers on the roadside smiling.
Wild flowers,
stars, dots,
like lost buttons,
scattered on the roadside.
It does not have Qiu Ju
curly blond hair,
nor Peony
a delicate face,
It has only tiny flowers,
and thin leaves,
melting its faint fragrance
into the beautiful spring.
My poems,
are like nameless little flowers,
with the wind and rain of the season,
quietly blooming
The lonely world...