gift
My dream is a pond dream.
Survival is more than just drawing the sky.
To the surrounding willows and Chinese milk vetch.
I learned to clean and it.
The edge of the blood vessel towards my root.
I am not sad for withering.
I've expressed their
I got my life.
My happiness is the happiness of the sun.
Short, but left an immortal creation.
In the eyes of children
Lit a small pile of gold.
The germ in the seed
Singing green songs
I am simple and rich.
I am deeply
My sadness is the sadness of migratory birds.
Just to understand the love of spring.
Endure all difficulties and failures.
Never let go of a warm and bright future.
Ah, damn wings
Write a poetic poem
All spiritual depths
Visit all years
All my feelings
It's a gift from the land.