And you are the closest person to me.
The quietest and gentlest flower.
If you want to see it, go and see the lotus.
I just like to see you holding a green paper umbrella.
Rise from the water
I asked Chi Xin.
Throw a stone gently.
Your face
Then the outcry rose red.
A waterfowl flew.
Like a flame across a willow branch.
Come closer.
Come closer to me.
You can hear it.
Water drops go round and round in your palm.
You are in the noisy lotus leaf.
The quietest flower.
sunset
Cicada is still singing.
I still like the silence in your independent load.
I have to go now./I'm leaving now.
Halfway through, he stopped again.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for you to call me gently
Love Poem