Ah! What a romantic life!
It is a word "love" written on the water.
One wall says, one wall is gone;
Stir some painful pulses in vain.
Abandoned garden
A lonely bee,
Like a sick monk,
Swimming was kicked down by autumn rain.
On a pile of rotten paper cockscomb,
Smell it and fly away at once.
Ah! The bottom is sad!
Is the bottom of the bee sad? Is the flower bottom sad?
rivulet
Lead-gray shadows,
It was a long nightmare,
Lying opposite to sleeping.
At the bottom of the stream, on the chest.
The stream struggled, struggled. ...
It doesn't seem to have any effect.