Pink poetry

The sun in September is over your city.

Picturesque images of autumn

Path, your world

The wind blew and the lens was blurred.

An ancient city.

Although not as clear as I thought.

When I am zero distance from you

Under the pagoda, the lotus pond is green.

On the roadside, a small cotton field in Fiona Fang.

In my retina.

Flying out of the pink butterfly

A budding appearance

Shyness has become a girl's reserve

Almost jumped out.

Is that cotton flower?

The flowers are blooming brilliantly.

It has always been an old "old" and "smelly" impression.

Desperate, jump on the cotton field

Love this life.

Gently close to you

A faint fragrance, a glow in the valley.

Gather in an instant and leave in an instant.

I know, with your first grace.

Unknown, I can't find the answer in the future.

Memory, a prune.

Eternal flowers in life