On the Prose Poems of My Trouble

I dragged my tired body and walked home step by step. The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on my shoulders, and there was still a trace of alfalfa swaying in the wind in the warm green belt, as if, as if we were fragile and strong. Which do teenagers prefer, Baicao Garden or San Tan Yin Yue? I think, in Lu Xun's young mind at that time, more was filled with the happiness of a hundred herbs garden, otherwise how could he be reluctant to part with every grass and tree:-Ade, my cricket! Ed, my raspberries and Manglietia!