Facing the sunshine, imagine a generous palm.
Touch the scars of the earth one by one
Thorns and dirt have melted, and snow is blue as wash.
Put on a smile makeup and bloom in your heart.
Poetry smells best in the afternoon, like tea.
Why do I always want to cry?
Bathing in the sun reminds me of singing birds and dead autumn insects.
And the power to renew love.
Something rises from the soles of your feet and becomes a gorgeous mist.
Cities, Snow and Mountains in Cages
The harvested crops dozed sweetly.
Blessing flies all over the world
The iceberg opens in saussurea involucrata, and the sun overlooks the earth.
The shadow of the season passes by in a hurry, passing the face of the years.
Even if some flowers fall, some leaves fly.
This chapter in winter is a desolate one.
Still shining with the light of love.