The first drop of dew greeted the dozing doorman.
I want to rely on ancient alchemy
Pond, drawing the morning light from the starlight.
Like the eyes of dawn, water lilies bloom.
I walk in the street, and every plant is a blessing.
Bougainvillea put on a wedding dress.
As if God were telling them to open their hearts.
A row of American crape myrtle, if you don't wear a tuxedo
Uncle Sam, let the plants in this city.
The torch bloomed for the first time. teenagers
Stop the silver battery car. It's so handsome, Hai Wa.
It is necessary to send a new era of chicken hair letters all over the city.
And Wei Zi in Du Fu's Caotang.
Always as thin as Du Fu.
I was walking in the street, a gardener.
He buried his head in the flowers, trying to put the green belt
Cut it into clouds and use it.
Hands are as rough as branches.
Clean up the dust on the past and leaves
A young girl often asks him for help.
A butterfly is meditating on her braid.
Next to him, street trees are busy building ladders.
As if to send the city to heaven.
Not far away, several migrant workers are tearing it down.
An old building, waving a hammer.
Wake up the lightning and ring the church bell.
A balance, some pigeon feathers.
Slow them down.
This land that is about to be vacated.
Will it grow a tall building, or a piece of it?
Breathing soil
If possible, I will be a servant of this green land.
Sprinkler slowly, like the gospel.
I hope this convention John the Baptist.
Let every day in September be full of sunshine.