-[America] henry david thoreau
Walden Lake is as calm as a mirror.
Qingming is fate.
Get up in the morning, wash your face, brush your teeth, wash vegetables and cook.
A man lives for a bite of food.
The lake is flowing backwards.
White pine whirring
Sedge grows taller more than once.
Give life special meaning.
Natural respiration
It's also the air I exhale
We exchange, just like bees kissing flowers.
If alive, at least
Take a walk in the primitive and pure life
It's right to be unaccompanied
Such bare and sincere branches
The cabin and I, the lake in front of us.
Throw away thoughts, poems and distance.
2065438+midnight on April 2, 2009