A butterfly, a dream about butterflies.
The story of Zhuangzi will be read for a lifetime.
What's left is the only remaining wine.
Like carp swimming in the sea.
Flip gently in a poem
Just like those wandering poets who just started out.
Elegant, but also sad.
As a follower of a butterfly
I'm too excited.
Hide in the forest
Move the flowers into everyone's hands.
Place one's faith and will in the bright moon.
Then set out from the night and set out bravely.
March into real life
2. In the country
Many days are like breaking the moon.
Climb the mountain again and again, and then go home with the stars.
There is wind in the middle, and sparrows pass by.
They fold their wings and breathe, and live quietly.
This is not where I want to go.
Slaves, my parents and mother are still trapped in the soil.
Against cattle and horses, mountains block the world of eyes.
And I, I can't stand this dying sadness.
Walking along China's Chinese characters, I found that
Other places I have been to include:
Hometown, land, cattle and horses and my parents.
Step 3: Fire
Chai set himself on fire and giggled.
A little sun was born in cheers.
A casual smile
The palms are getting cold.
Light is everywhere, lurking in the daytime.
Boiling teapot
Put some new words in.
Before it completely melts into a cup of soil ash
From the narrow wound upward.
Bloom into clouds
4. Violet Love
Purple air comes from the east, which is an auspicious omen.
I don't know whether it is dawn or dusk.
noon
Is she standing on the side of the road in a flowered skirt?
Fly away again
Worry collides between red flowers and green grass.
As if to send a melancholy song to the world.
Memories come at night
I only see those contradictions.
And the moon
Incomplete love of the other half
5. A person's feelings
I think the sky is blue.
The ground is red.
Happiness belongs to me.
Dusk in the dusk
You have been waiting for this kind of love for decades.
Hair is unkempt. The wind was fascinated by butterflies.
Wherever you float, you are wandering.
You could hit the rocks at any moment.
Love never appeared.
Blind date has no horseshoe.
Looking up in a dream
Both your hometown and you are part of the illusion.
Loneliness burns itself in loneliness.
Living alone in the shadows
In the real world,
I feel that love is not far away.
It's nearby.
The sound of cattle and sheep reminds me of my mother.
Cleisthenes cried.
Beautiful and sad
Come out of the cabin late at night
Throw it far away.
this is love
It clings to my chest.
Give me the truest feeling.
Baa, baa, baa. ......
A sheep is also barking.
Mom, did you hear that?
Just like when I was a kid, I called you at dinner.
I, the dream's wing is hurt.
I can't go back to my hometown.
Tonight, mom.
Let cattle or sheep
I'll call you instead of me
mother
7. The field after harvest
in the countryside
The rice in the field is heading.
Mature corpses are as sexy as flowers.
The smell of air gathering exploded.
Push or pull
The wind is coming again.
Sparrows fly wildly.
Before the evening star appeared
Grass loader
go home