Poetry: This is a year.

Poetry: It's a year | Blue shirt

Plum blossoms and other snows fall in January.

February is the fire in the stove and the sunshine on the body.

Birds in March awaken the buds in spring.

Until April, the world was full of beauty.

In May, peach blossoms are blooming.

June breeze blows dusk, and the cattail leaf fan shakes the moonlight.

Heavy rain in July, window sill at night, autumn scenery in August.

In September, the wheat in Maigutian is ready to go

In the golden autumn of October, climb high and look far, and pick chrysanthemums under the east fence.

November, thinking

How did you feel last year1February?

-"This is a year" blue salute

Anita Mansher, India

2018.11.29 days