Push open the half-closed door in the soft room.
The green smile in the garden is taking a deep breath.
Bread crumbs in the world
For a moment, I was indifferent and extravagant here.
People have an impulsive preciousness.
Plant a naive seedling with hope.
I hope the spring rain can give it a beloved watering.
Or ruthlessly destroyed by the storm
Burn the tears on your inclined face
Like a fragile bud with light years.
Noisy in the grave of love
Proud growth
Occasionally, in its heyday,
Decorate the city with many flowers and green willows.
return to nature
Outside the city, the night light that never turns off
Forget the sad oath and stick to it.
Willing to be illuminated.
Only the night knows the loneliness of the lamp.
But it never cares about the ugliness and darkness at night.
I just want to have a kind heart at night.
Don't cover the lamp too tightly.
After a brief encounter, I was speechless.
Carefully cover the gate of Greentown.
The wind of youth gently writes down its past footprints.
Put the mistakes that should not be described
Buried in my heart
Save the void of the soul
Waste on the tip of the tongue
The night and lights are beautiful.
You can't hide the spring scenery in a small town.
Label: poetic youth