Chapter One: More Pleasant Poetry Reading
Cold floc flying flowers,
The prosperity of ice and snow;
Lazy sunset glow.
First frost and happiness are in harmony,
Below zero ~ below zero ~
Shoot a ray of warm sunshine,
Ripple ~ ripple ~
Floating fantasy.
Chapter Two: More Pleasant Poetry Reading
Before spring came, the footprints of mice kept breathing in the wheat fields.
The wheat seedlings slept well and were covered with snow.
Or cold days and nights
The eagle circled over the wheat fields, looking for land.
The missing person, a few sparse poplar trees in the distance.
Look around uneasily
Before the jointing stage, the miscellaneous beads snuggled up to the wheat seedlings.
There is no way to tell a fly from a small leaf.
Climb up another bigger leaf.
The shepherd's whistle came from the wind.
Come from the other direction
The smoke on the solitary grave has not dispersed.
Nightcrawler has received a certificate to go to the granary.
A path was widened by pedestrians.
After the eagle left, a strange circle seemed to sprout over the wheat field.
The catcher is still standing in the middle of the wheat field.
Listen to the sound of the wind blowing the wheat waves
Chapter Three: More Pleasant Poetry Reading
You have been packing all day.
But I spent my whole life.
Let my freedom be your new name.
You jumped off the earth.
Just one flight.
Let my crying be someone else's happiness.
Rising and setting in the center of the sun
Warm drizzle
When I still can't be you
You must be me first.
When time stands still
We are still running.
We won't stop flying.
I saw you yesterday.
But I can't remember myself today.
Chapter Four: More Pleasant Poetry Reading
If,
My dream is sweet,
It must be rainbow candy before going to bed.
In a sweet dream,
There must be you,
Because I don't want to be so selfish,
Sweet feelings should be shared together.
If,
My dream is bitter.
Then you must have never eaten rainbow candy before going to bed.
In a painful dream,
There must be you, too.
Because,
You have a rainbow candy in your hand.
Sweetness nourishes my dreams.
There is a story of trekking in the dream.
There is a awakened dream in the story.
Chapter Five: More Pleasant Poetry Reading
Spring breeze in March,
Full of charm,
Listen,
Woman in the wind,
Tread,
The staff of March,
Slowly immersed in,
Love to play,
Put the charm of spring,
Write it on your face,
Peach blossoms are red with laughter,
Aromatic,
Attracted enthusiastic bees and butterflies,
The heart is,
Hiding in the cracks of green leaves,
Peep mischievously,
I can't help it
With a warm smile.
Enjoy whispering,
Let the wind blow the flowers,
Delusion,
Smoke is like fog.