Author: Yu Xiuhua
Baba lives, draws water, cooks and takes medicine on time every day.
Put yourself in when the sun is clear, like putting a piece of dried tangerine peel.
Drink tea in turn: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose and lemon.
These beautiful things seem to take me on the road of spring.
So I kept the snow in my heart again and again.
They are too white, too close to spring.
Read your poems in a clean yard.
The world is in a trance like a sparrow that suddenly flies by.
Time is bright.
I'm not fit for grief.
If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry.
I will give you a book about plants and crops.
Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass
Tell you a barnyard grass
Terrible spring