I always advertise myself like this.
I like to be a messenger of flowers and plants.
I like to listen to the sweet words of the wind and clouds.
I like to give wings to a little loneliness.
Let it whisper to the stars.
I also like to weave my thoughts into a dream.
Wait for someone to come.
Change the plot
I like it, alone.
talk to oneself
I am in the golden awn of wheat at the top of flowering willow.
Wrote a thick acacia.
I am in the corner of the sea, in summer, in the noise of frogs chirping and cicadas chirping.
It is full of deep and shallow thoughts.
I once looked at a bird without scruple.
Talk about love
How naive I am
I also weave fairy tales with stones and straw.
I think Cinderella is Snow White.
Imagine the seven dwarfs as seven princes.
I loaded the queen into a pumpkin cart without doors and windows.
Upgrade the ugly duckling to a powerful king
I'm confused, but still
Can remember you
I am so naive.
I think spring is always warm.
It is very cold in summer.
Autumn is warm.
Always smiling in winter.
I think when I think of you.
You're just thinking about me.
When I think of you again
Have a pair of warm palms.
Cover my eyes.
Hehe, my poet
Let me guess who you are.