Nine palaces and one bird singing.
In the morning, I suddenly jumped out.
It's on the balcony on the fourth floor over there
Three gray pigeons who just got up.
Staggered feathers, to the outside of the building
Take a flight.
Fly back again; Gently fall on the withered orange.
That's it: you stick to me and I push you.
Or, inadvertently
Peel and peck an evergreen tree
Or the leaves of clematis
Still like a hangover
Blue, yearning.
A little butterfly
Black substance, white mark
Fly around lilacs
Not afraid of cold dew
Wet her skirt.
I wonder if it is another kind of butterfly.
Every morning.
When the birds in Jiugong crow
That little girl is about 15, 16 or 17 years old.
(Echo of Jiugong Bird)
Then gently appeared on the balcony.
First, hold a watering can.
Water the high and low potted plants
And then I hooked my head.
Like a flood in autumn
Uneasy hair
Wash and dress, wash and dress
fearless
Put the wrist and onion finger on the snow neck
Teenagers are naked in the morning.
Not far from the girl's right shoulder.
Over there. In the shadow of cockscomb and spring.
On an empty rattan chair
A little cat man is in a hurry.
I will wash my face happily.
So, the world is here.
The whole world will be here.
So witty, so novel and true.
When every morning,
Nine palaces and one bird singing.