Sunset is my happy breath.
kite
Fly in the sky behind me
I'm glad it was tied with wire.
I have the thread.
This is a Chinese brand.
There are auspicious symbols painted on the belly.
The weather in the first month
The soft soil smells of grass.
The grass is covered with ditches.
I looked up.
Look at the kite
Kites hang in the sunset wind.
Happiness in the wind
happy childhood
Full of memories
Open the window and you can hear the wind breathing.
Walking on the way to school
Paved with pebbles
The clatter of shoes.
I can feel the temperature of the clouds.
Leaves wither in autumn.
The first moment
Wuren sent me moon cakes.
I like to finish my homework as soon as I get home.
Several newly recognized Chinese characters
A small black pencil.
The calf says autumn is golden.
Deer say autumn is red.
I stuffed my schoolbag under the door.
Hard ridge
I ran in the wind of my childhood.
tranquil night
I opened the window.
Let the moonlight shine in.
The wind follows the footsteps of the moonlight.
The soft night is blowing.
Is this a world of frost?
That silvery white.
The poet said
My hometown and I are a bright moon.
Is this also a cold world?
There should be a wind blowing through the bean leaves, right?
Sorry, Weaver Girl is singing.
I should be lying on a bamboo bed.
Count the stars with you.
Tell you what grandma said when you were a child.
Stories about stars
aigrette
light breeze
Like a beating note.
Bend over the treetops.
This is an egret.
You open your mouth wide.
Give this snow-white creature a surprise
Ribbon feather
Could it be
Clouds blowing from the river
Falling in this beautiful forest
This dark green forest
Dihetan
Hand-held chrysanthemum indicum
I looked at the clouds floating in the sky.
In the pond under the river bank
It's the sparkling water waves from the evening breeze.
Flood control forest, dense Chinese fir
Thick fallen leaves under the tree
I can't see the light coming in.
There came the cry of an unknown bird.
It feels cool.
The taste of mushrooms
The ship is sailing on the river.
There is a whistle.
I saw seagulls rowing in the wind.
Lush reeds along the beach.
I have to climb the high embankment.
Thick sandy slope
That trampled ridge
To get there.
Picking tender wormwood and wild celery in deep grass.
There are chrysanthemums and medley in autumn.
There are rabbits, hedgehogs and ants called Mayflies on the beach.
But be careful.
Scolopes and poisonous snakes lurk in the soil.
Under the soybean leaves
This is the beach by the river.
This is the dream of building a dike.
The summer you didn't come.
Scorching sun
You walk in front of me.
Looking forward to your arrival.
Just like the evening after the rain.
In the wind of insects
Welcome all-stars.
Don't come.
Filariasis does not die in July.
I am holding a watermelon.
Sleep for a summer.
In a hurry, the smell of bricks was gently covered up.
Don't come.
I walked in the shade of a tree.
Gaga cobblestone
It broke down all summer.
Step on my bare feet
Rub in the fine soil for a while.
Transpiration of fish and grass in streams.
At about night
tranquil night
The light spilled down.
house
I heard the sound of falling snow and pine branches.
Sitting around a square table
Sang Yu's combination
Quiet socket
Oiliness is not a shiny varnish.
These are the years of caress
Small bib sandals
Manual beard pliers
White light spilled down.
I caught the little black cat
Send it up the door.
Not very clever
No panic.
I never get tired of it.