dove
The whistle sounded and a flock of pigeons were spinning in the tilted sky.
Gray numbers, counterclockwise rotation,
It's an elf under the sky, and you can't see the crowd.
You can't tell which is the leader, which is the upper and lower.
Surfing has incredible consistency.
They will suddenly disappear from sight, just like a feeling.
Suddenly ended. Suddenly, like suddenly.
Surprise, a beautiful figure flashed through my blank mind.
On the blue background, the buildings above have their free airspace.
And there has always been a place that we can't reach.
The whistle came from a thin, short tube on the leg.
Guard them. People also love life.
Have a heart as calm as a dove.
-like a general, and like a master of a quiet life.
Morning exercise, flying, traveling, homing, eating,
Everyone obeyed the little flag waving in his hand.
They pretend to have sincere love in their hearts.
everlasting ...
The purring on the roof is the joy of coming home.
Tonight, they will have their own children,
They will eagerly wait for the next dawn together.
-Think of an old man who spent his whole life.
However, eager to fly, it did not grow until death.
A pair of soaring wings.
dove
Sitting six stories high.
On the cane chair
The sun stood in front of me.
There are two pigeons playing with men and women on the windowsill.
Intimacy from left to right
Getting closer and closer.
The pigeon on the right saw it.
Turn left
Walk faster and faster.
Its head burns up and down.
Near pigeon lovers.
The love birds flapped their wings and came to a more spacious place on the roof.
I heard them chasing.
I think I saw it.
Pigeons on the right side of the windowsill
The pigeon chaser has gone.
The perpetrator of this love
This jealous hypocrite
It just disappeared.
As if nothing had happened.
Maybe it did harm somewhere else.
I wonder how soon it will come again.
I waited patiently.
I waited anxiously.
Ha, here it comes.
Gee, it has something in its mouth.
Ah, that's a grass.
It sticks grass in the corner of the right window.
On a pigeon.
And flew away.
A pigeon
I don't rule out that she came from
Fly in from Russia
Her walking posture
Maybe there's still inertia on Red Square.
Do not rule out her eyes
Have the same eyes as us
She staggered towards a place.
Little girl, crooked neck.
Look at her.
When I bent down to her,
She used it.
An unexpected gesture
Fall on my shoulder
dove
A peaceful dancer is tango.
Cheerful dance steps have mushroomed.
Green shoots are woven into a stage.
Purple dancing shoes kiss the sweet love of grass.
Sometimes it bows its head, and sometimes it looks back.
Affectionate eyes are clear water and autumn.
It is sometimes sonorous and sometimes gentle.
As sonorous as Yan Zhenqing.
As soft as a flower in Nalan's heart.
Only when dusk touches the wet mountain peaks.
Its distant meditation came back to my mind.
On pigeons
The white dove was never sent by the Millennium to deliver the book of uneasiness.
I'm afraid it will be recorded.
Shepherd is like another synonym.
Steal the sheep with a fictional truck.
Even so, in the corner of my eye
The other pigeon can't prove that it ever existed. ...
Pull the curtain and fly down the window sill.
Someone looked through the gap in the curtain.
In front of the dusty screen window
Black pigeons are like the pigeon king who escaped from hell.
Yes, I can't tell which pigeon it is.
Pure near innocence
Flying into the world, people will change color.
For example, black pigeons are originally hemp pigeons and gray pigeons.
Its predecessor is white.
Childhood in winter in Yuanye.
Gugugu
This natural, meaningless cry ...
From then on, I wanted to catch it.
From then on, I seemed to know.
Different things exchange hearts.
Is fundamental and almost impossible.
Pigeons are exceptional.
After it is well trained.
Be an accomplice to people
outline
After fishing out the clouds from the flowing night
The rain disappeared at dawn.
Early magnolia trees look at the lake.
Praise the sky transparently.
This group of natural relatives
The roof is like a person.
Two pigeons are standing on the right shoulder.
A pigeon turned to listen to the river.
A story heard upstream
What an amazing balance!
I suddenly realized that it was some souls.
In the sun.
Especially in backlight.
The small lens cut out the real silhouette.
And at the moment, a cage
Hanging on the body, it stopped swinging.
They want to fly, but they don't want to fly away.
They want to dance until I leave.