A summer full of chrysanthemums.
Author: Jane
After work, I passed a chrysanthemum.
I was left to play in the Woods in summer.
Is it her poetic whisper?
This is my heart going over, satisfied and staying.
The colors of the past are with me, and I have seen all kinds of greens.
Look, a golden heart is the most handsome against wind and rain.
Clusters of spreading green tents seem to be able to drill out my comrades at any time.
I like summer because it is on the green horizon.
When I was a soldier for a day, my soul was implanted with a piece of iron.
Everything that shines the soul is worth it.
Xia Hou where Mu Chun lives.