The world moved, and the recovery disappeared behind the cracked trunk, breaking the silent time and space.
Dawn flies a kite in the season, like a floating cloud, flying to the sky and touching the soul.
The reborn green branches are budding, and it is impossible to judge the summer rain and autumn in the remote grip.
Vagrant words, from one dynasty to another, can only be both rigid and flexible if they are warm and cold.
The passing river is intertwined with the fall of life, leaving many footprints.
The poem of fate is painted on the ferry. Breathe in the water and shout.
The sound of water is buried in spring, summer, autumn and winter; Bury all the fat.
Sing the wilderness of time and start rambling.
Miss the sea, borrow some elegant and moist breath, from far away to far away, to complete.
Silence tracks the distance of the night. The turbidity of a lifetime penetrates the soul.
The mind of the palm slowly spread out and spread into a kind of infatuation, which is an overflow of feelings. Around, other countries can hear words with another accent.
When spring comes, every tear will turn into a dewdrop, wetting the scenery.
Spring breeze ignites emptiness and lets poetry enjoy it.