The first light rain
The first light rain in spring
Rustle into the green Woods.
I walked alone in the Woods.
My ears are full of many faint
A mysterious and beautiful voice
The green camphor leaves are breathing gently.
Young bamboo shoots emerge silently.
Countless mushrooms are like white umbrellas.
Mom once told us.
Their name is swan fungus.
Larks jump like notes.
Jump from one branch to another.
Their songs are sweet and charming.
Dewdrops glistened and slipped away.
The faint fog is like soft white gauze.
The whole nature is like a piece of music
The forest in spring is the harp of life.
They play wonderful music and poems.
Hit gently, gently
My wonderful fourteen-year-old heart
2. Grandpa's winter
Winter is a quiet season.
Grandpa always sits by the wall alone in winter.
keep silence
Gentle hands holding sunshine.
Touching his walnut-old face
Like a kind mother
Touch a beloved child
Winter is the season of snow.
Snowflakes are like mysterious white butterflies.
There are many voices from distant heaven.
My grandfather is on a quiet snowy night.
Tell the story of his childhood.
He is as happy as a child.
My heart is full of infinite warmth.
It's like we're on a sad day.
Suddenly remembered the spring outing.
Actually, no one knows.
What's Grandpa thinking in winter?
But his story tells me.
He left his childhood and hometown.
Very, very far away ...