Burn a piece of soil into black and make it into a piece.
One bottle is needed.
A person's life's efforts
When I got it,
Chopping wood and flames followed.
The voice of geese came from the sky. ...
If the night is a bottle, then thousands
Never break it.
Because I want to
Use it to pick up morning dew and go home.
A flying river follows the flames.
Burn together
torrential rain
A village
Be buried in the mud by dark clouds and germinate.
One summer
It's close to us. It's in our bodies.
stay
Lightning and thunder.
I left my account, and the streets are full of thunder.
Sound fireworks
A village living in muddy water.
Just a pot of lotus, a poet.
Lie in the heart of a flower and swallow it like a frog.
Lightning flashes and thunder rumbles.
Then bear lotus roots and have children.
scenery
I can't let you stay in my tears
Before the water comes.
The songs you once treasured in my heart.
Every time I wake up from a dream.
Every time I write with a lamp.
What a good poem.
Waiting for you.
I am a person who refuses to accept all risks.
human
Like a flower that refuses to accept the scorching sun.
Like to walk alone, love yourself.
arms and legs
Like the sea loves its own waves.
I see smoke on my toes.
Please write back to me.
I am a person who turns sunlight into a stump.
I bought 150 Jin of Chinese cabbage.
A * * * seventeen trees
Twenty dollars, while I was holding it in the yard.
happy
It fills my whole body.
The children in the village exhausted their strength.
Pick up the early winter sunshine and shout, mom,
I picked one up!
If happiness is like a child
I want to collect these cabbages for cooking.
Winter roaming
I am a person who turns sunlight into a stump.
It can connect me with one of my villages.
I am accompanied by air, birds and weeds.
And happiness.
I don't have to hide under the eaves to observe.
Things beyond the sky
Because I'm leaving my wings, leaving home, just like
A leaf of China.
Cross a long road, narrow lanes and
square
I saw gardens, buildings and Woods.
I'm beginning to like the way I'm going.
Despite the ashes
Guy, because I saw a flower.
People who live here are beginning to like flowers.
Love me too.
Although the girl who picked me up twenty years ago
But I'm getting old too fast.
But she is still beautiful. ...
I didn't pick up these cabbages for.
Writing poetry is
To prove that happiness and happiness are not just
Somewhere.
Picking chrysanthemums in Dongli
Leave your waist to the fence.
A chrysanthemum
A chrysanthemum filled a village with smoke.
Changed the address
The pattering footsteps outside the Woods are passing through the drought.
skateboard; skateboarding
One after another, thunder sounded gently in the Woods.
cough
Bend down and pick this chrysanthemum.
Yun sat on it and went home.