Text/Zhao Wei
On the fault in May, time slowed down.
Time has turned into snow.
It's overwhelming A crumpled silver package
As white as the wings of an angel.
Kissing Apollo's wind, ambiguous
Touch every inch of this country's skin
The lake is full of scale waves and jumps.
The whiteness of the crescent moon is shining.
Iris climbed up the slope gradually.
Looking into the distance, it is white.
I seem to have seen it before.
Gentle and quiet
Larks sing legends.
A melody circulated in legend
Unprinted chapters in poetry.
Building Four Seasons Ice and Snow Storage Room in the Morning Light
Pak Lei blossoms, white pear flower falls.
Flowing pearls
Like the eyes of love.
The road is weathered.
Climb the plateau full of snow and the moon.
Those flexible stories
Turn into the sound of snowball keys.
Generous and elegant
Time flies, and May has passed.
White gauze left by time
Has been dyed by the stars and the moon.
The sky disappeared.
There is a continuous message.
Look into the distance for a long time.
This legend is circulated in the legend of low resentment.