Leaves fall and stay.
The resistance of breeze. Fallen leaves, flowing slowly.
On the road, leisurely arc, circuitous care about turning around, elegant turn around again.
On the drawing board with the blue sky background,
The leisurely arc outlines a curve.
A shallow look back, another bend.
Shallow attachment, silent warmth,
Start writing,
Under the clear blue sky.
wind
If I become the wind, I will travel around the world.
Go to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower, Washington to see the White House, Russia to see the Kremlin, and Manchester to see Chinatown.
If I become the wind, I will travel around the world.
When the moon rises, there is the sound of birds returning to their nests, the sound of fish jumping out of the water, the sound of playing the piano to interpret history, and the sound of waves lapping on the coast.
I don't know whose eyes fell on the birch tree, revealing Leng Yan and aloof.
At night,
Everything,
Everyone was quiet.
My thoughts are floating in the smoke in the kitchen.
The blue sky, the wisps of smoke coming from the kitchen, and the familiar fragrance remind me of my father in my hometown.
Where the smoke rises, there are stories in the distance.
Dad, it is this wisp of smoke that started the voyage of my life.
Flying my ideals one by one.
Wandering in the smoke, flying in the smoke is wonderful, and the smoke is curled up.
Dad, I just can't find you.
Your broad shoulders.
Shoulder the hard years
Your thick palm
Grasp the future and hope
dad
Although you never praised me.
but
Your vicissitudes of life eyes
I have strengthened my faith. I finally meet you. What are you up to? Dad, can you stop and stand up straight so that I can have a good look at you?
Chuiyanli
Rubbing my eyes.
Why can't I see you clearly?
Smoke spiraled up from the kitchen chimney.
Dad!
Where the hell are you?
The boy at the end of time
At first, I just cried quietly.
Later, I couldn't help crying.
So it was me who died.
How many people died in this earthquake?
Let's meet in heaven
The boy at the end of time, the boy at the end of time!
Give up the futile struggle.
That little world
After all, there is no room for happy people.