First, "cactus". Palermo boulder has been baked into soft bread by kissing, and I want to bake you like this, but you have grown into a cactus like a green jungle. I reached out to you regardless of all obstacles, and the burrs on your fruit covered my fingers. As long as you feel sorry for me once. Cactus, Cactus, since your fruit is not red because of me, why are you blocking my way with a smile?
Second, "leaves". In February and March, the green leaves are about to drip, and in May and June, the leaves are thick and luxuriant, and they fall off and become bald. When was that?
Third, Snow Lotus. If the spring breeze doesn't blow here, the swallows won't come, and they are not afraid to fall off the cliff to see your glory. The embodiment of ice and snow is white and beautiful. Without strong love for you, they can't smell your fragrance
Fourth, "Qilixiang". The stream is eager to flow to the ocean, but the tide is eager to return to land. We used to wave goodbye so easily in front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers. After 20 years of vicissitudes, our souls come back every night, and the breeze blows and turns into the fragrance of the garden.
Fifth, "banyan tree". Hey, you are standing under the fluffy banyan tree by the pool. Have you forgotten that child, like the bird that built its nest on your branch and left you? Don't you remember how he sat at the window and looked at your tangled roots in surprise? Women often go to the pool to draw a basin full of water, and your big shadow shakes on the water, like a sleeping person struggling to wake up.
Sunshine dances on the microwave, like a small shuttle, weaving a golden carpet. Two ducks are swimming in the shadow of a nearby reed. The child sat there quietly, thinking that he wanted to be the wind, blowing through your rustling branches.
I want to be your shadow, grow up with the sunshine on the water, be a bird, perch on your tallest branch, be those two ducks, and swim between reeds and shadows.