The house became a bed.
Everyday life is thrown under the bed.
The leaves sticking out from the eaves are like a cattail leaf fan.
The wind that shakes the night
The stars twinkled and throbbed for the meteor that suddenly passed by.
The vast night sky tore apart the human mind.
Who should sow to find the ideal seed?
On a hot afternoon, adults are sleeping soundly.
The pond is waking up, and the hot water comes from the early morning sun.
Whistle in the alley, children's code
The path leading to the pond is like a happy song.
The plop plop voice jumped in.
It's like putting a love in a pond.
Those animals that evolved to walk on land
Eager to visit relatives and friends with the sea that gave birth to the first life.
Later, those roofs got higher and higher.
Growth beyond nature.
That leaf is like a cattail leaf.
Dwarfs in the shadow of buildings
Lost the border covered by stars
The night sky lost its vastness.
Leaving only a tombstone-like black hole for people to mourn.
Later, the pond became a greasy uncle.
Walk into the decadent queue
Count the money in your right hand and hold the needle in your left.
Factory waste liquid, experience the last carnival.
Black sewage can no longer reflect the shyness of oblique glow.
I haven't plopped for years.
The pond has lost its living heart.
Like the ugly black scar on the earth
Children dare not avoid it.