From the depths of the forest came the soft songs of birds.
Sigh with drums and wooden flutes
Is that a mother's ballad? In the distance, it is the melodious saxophone that cuts into the soul.
But all this is the tenderness of my hometown in the moonlight.
Passing vagabond
Tonight, everything will be the past and the present.
Only beautiful girls are blowing sad cucurbits on the hillside again.
Dream-take the sleeping walker home.
But warmth is always a prelude to pain, and lightning illuminates the whole wilderness.
A tearful thunder shouted "Wolf, nothing else" to the children on the plain.
There is a face hanging in the sky. Choice or fate?
(2) Wolf-Bedside Story, please tell me.
My singer, what are you singing?
Is the wolf brave or lonely?
Wooden house, bed, moonlight, pipe.
Put down all the loneliness and suck the whole desolation.
Why can't you spit out a little tenderness to warm the wolf's hut?
Please stop making fun of me,
Praise the sacredness with your song,
That's God's exclusive, not mine.
At night, the wolf has only one bed to park in the hut in the wind. Stories?
"The wolf was very careful, gently put it in the tube, slowly sucked it off and spread it all over his heart."
Stories? The wolf just wants to be a dreamy child in the moonlight.
Wolf-Shetland cried
Flying Rat Creek was once a paradise for wolves.
Standing on the shore in summer to see the past house boat;
Pick the last wild rose at dusk;
Looking for ancient heather in the depths of black soil.
But today, the sacred wild camel died on the bank of Flying Mouse Creek.
The blood of roses floats with every distant soul.
Shetland crying is no longer my beautiful hometown.
Mother has stepped onto the city head, showing her breasts to meet every arrow of betrayal.
Shouting: "The wolf is back! Tolerance is just an excuse to walk away, and hatred will take you home. "
(4) Wolf-Seven Poisons
From south to north,
From east to west, the whole Braesen farmers.
I ask my sister for wheat and water on every farm.
Seven grains of wheat,
Seven drops of water,
Create a person who absorbs the soul and shows the truth in the case of God.
Not the curse of the wolf,
Not Satan's angel ring,
This is just a seven-poison test.
Four little poems .. I hope you have what you want ~