Tang gengkun
Swimming in the clear sky, looking for fragrance among chrysanthemums.
The sound comes and goes, and the shadow is in the fragrance.
Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind.
I am ashamed of different butterflies, but I don't communicate with my dreams.
bee
Don
There are rotten pools in the small garden, and endless thoughts in front of the back door.
Zhao's waist is thin and his back is light. He wants to stand in the wind.
Red walls and lonely cliffs are full of honey, and blue curtains are empty.
Celebrated butterflies will break away from hatred and meet in mid-February.
Luo Yin's Ode to Bees
"No matter the flat land or Shan Ye, infinite scenery is occupied.
After picking flowers into honey, for whom you work hard and for whom you are sweet. "