To the south of the clouds,
That distant place,
A group of leaves said:
We want to be as open as flowers.
A group of flowers said:
We want to fly like birds.
A group of peacocks said:
We want to grow like trees.
Father Time
It's for children who don't value time,
Carve a stupid turtle,
With a heavy sigh,
It's painful to climb behind.
It gives hard-working children,
Carve a red horse,
Every day, my hooves fly,
Run ahead of others.
It has made great contributions to people,
Carve a universal passport,
No matter where you go,
You will see a spring-like smile.
It gives people who have accomplished nothing,
Carve a life certificate,
Although he is still young,
But I'm too old to be old.
This time it's a meat cleaver,
That's it. Unbridled.
It tests everyone's attitude towards time.