Poetry wet April

At the beginning of the month, idle people

Send an unpleasant message.

On this day, it is going to rain.

look into the sky

The track is very shallow.

It has been raining in my hometown.

The wind, a paper banner blowing through the grave.

Still blowing a happy sea and crowded thoughts.

What fell on the road was the footprint of a broken soul.

There is no rain in Liangshan Muli.

There are sad tears all over the floor.

Mother's tears merged into a river.

And annihilate wild mountain fires by running water.

April full of sadness

Silence is the only expression.

Facing the mountains, please speak softly.

Don't wake my father who has a bad sleep.

Don't awaken those young souls in the Woods.