withdraw
The dream of the shade has gone from numbness
Wake up inside
In our yard.
A camphor tree
When diving in early spring,
die
A sudden dream break
Fast shutter cage after spring breeze
Push the window first when you open it.
The fragrance gradually disappeared and slipped down.
Spring breeze is like scissors. Always
Open and transparent hidden weapons
Cut off the crown
A circle can be seen in the cross section.
A shining heart
Clear texture
Overflow the whole courtyard
Talk about items
I don't want to ask about the lampshade.
I don't want to know too much about the value and hardships of life.
Stroll in in spring
Leaving half the trunk.
This is an upright throat.
vertical thinking
Not our inner position.
Green water drops sink.
Properties of solidified soil
Lost in the dusty past
Spread from my heart to you
No laurel, no item
Suspicion of a powerful soul
Still stick to the ground under your feet.
Thoughts are imprinted in reincarnation.
Fantasize about blue eyes.
A touch of the throat
Reminds me of the red cannon and history.
A hundred thunder and fire roared in the distant sky.
Dream crown fireworks.
Open the roof.
The sky on the throat
Still full of loopholes
Facing April, facing a shrinking tree
Shasha memory
Please forgive our swearing.
Willing to understand us
Questioning and accusing
one
Cinnamomum camphora has four seasons like spring,
Green leaves and olives are pleasant.
You have to know who you really are,
Distinguish the real feelings in the scene.
two
Overlapping blooms,
Wash your face with medicine.
In the autumn wind,
Raise your head shyly.
Zhangshu (Poetry)
camphor tree
In the south, camphor trees are like girls.
Standing quietly on the roadside of the city
In Ningbo, they are also adjacent to Jiangfeng.
They are dressed in spring green.
Stand still or swing gently.
Everyone else, step back to the yard by the side of the road.
The child's torso is slightly thicker.
The crown is wider and smoother. Compared with the small trees on the roadside
I seem to have gained some experience.
Like a southern woman.
They have gone deep into life.
I don't seem to want to go to the roadside or the river.
Come closer. in the shade
People come in and out and occasionally look up.
Look at the beauty of camphor trees with different thicknesses.