Bring wintersweet's poems into spring.
At this time, spring music has become a memory.
Singing in summer makes the earth flourish.
An olive color wraps the heart of summer.
At this time, I am full of enthusiasm.
Take a walk in the shade.
Under Li, a heavy poem is brewing.
My dream is to take them out.
The return of poetic images is like a flower.
Re-support my texture and let it rain in summer.
Wet my poem, smart and fragrant.
Tell them to stop wandering
In my poem, let your dreams fly.
Actually, there are still many things to come back.
Those who seep into the ground and leave the trunk
Fallen flowers, fallen leaves, running water, and
Butterflies, dragonflies, and some rotten ones
I thought, we must let them return.
My poem needs photosynthesis.
Returning makes my poems full and round.
Walk into the scene of bumper harvest
Maybe I expressed his feelings.
But I, no longer wait, my dream
Has entered the reality.
It all has to start now.
No matter how hot it is in summer.
I must be the master.
Tell them that the harvest is hard to come by, you see.
The places I have walked are deep and shallow.
There are traces of sweat.
I still have to wait and get a complete one.
Fruits, such as soybeans, such as corn
And it is on a maple leaf.
Talk to the snow and bring a flower.
The poems of Chimonanthus praecox convey the message of spring.