1, copy one.
Wild sunflowers will be beheaded in autumn. Whoever hit her will suddenly come back. Near dusk, her face turned into golden smoke with the sunset and endless summer. Through who? Crossing the horizon of buckwheat flowers? Who did I die for, for those old things covered by sadness? Unreal wild sunflower. An unreal song. The autumn wind stung my chest.
2. Imitation writing 2.
Lotus is noisy, and you are the closest, quietest and gentlest flower to me.
If you want to see it, go and see the lotus. I like watching you rise from the water with a blue oil umbrella. I gently threw a stone at the heart of the pool and your face turned red. A frightened waterfowl, like a flame, swept the willow branches on the other side. Come closer, as long as you come closer to me, you can hear the sound of water droplets rolling in your palm.
You are the quietest flower in the noisy lotus pond. When the sun sets, cicadas are still singing, still as silent as when you are alone in the crowd. I left and stopped halfway, waiting for you, waiting for you to call me gently.
3. Imitation writing III.
Maybe that's not why you're upset. Crab claw flowers burst around the earthen basin and all turned around in silence. You are gesturing at the window. In the crimson despair, in the tangle of cyan tendons, you begin to say: naked, fragrant.
One petal after another, crab claw flowers, sideways, occupy all the sky on your forehead, and at the most beautiful moment you begin to say: pain. The branches and leaves are blooming, and the sound of running water in the stems is full of ears. You are stunned. When the flowers burst like wounds, you recognize yourself.