How much home air has been sealed?
Downstream
The road of water, the step of waves
Is the end of the world drifting away?
Wind and rain, cold and warm, lonely sailing
You asked where the water went.
Water asks where you are going.
The dead are like this, like you.
Speaking of "people are in the rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves."
Who bent down?
The day after tomorrow, you landed gently.
There is not a drop of sewage or a trace of sludge in the bottle.
-I'm clean!
Paper crane
Between the fingers
Clear trace
know nothing at all
How many days and nights of persistence
so that
The take-off of the wind blowing over the windowsill
one by one
Become a poem of life
Use mine.
A thousand beautiful expectations
If someone is like me, they are copying me!