When I think about it occasionally
I can still stop.
Looking back at the distant childlike innocence and concern
The village in spring is very beautiful.
It is full of faint flowers.
The hen takes the children.
A pleasant walk
But I often worry about naughty cats.
Bullying its doll
Watermelon in the field
Growing up in my greedy saliva
I have stolen peaches before.
Trample on someone else's fence
I often go naked.
Play by the pond
Covered in yellow mud
Chasing jumping frogs.
A wheat field full of sunflowers
Is our battlefield.
Because of curiosity
Lick the bee's tail ...
Stand quietly on the river bank and look out.
That flaming sunset glow
Plumes of smoke beckon
Let's go home. /Let's go home.
A fiery hearth
The original "salad"
That unfinished math problem
Under the oil lamp
Once a young mother ...
Leave your heart here and I'll leave alone.
It has been immersed in
My childhood
-My most beautiful poems and paintings