The cold was pushed to the edge of the cliff.
One night, the spring breeze hit.
Destroy those wild horses that complain and run inside.
Pollen is rampant, and the branches are holding a blazing fire.
Close your eyes and you can feel the growth of everything.
Listen to their footsteps and reach the silence.
Scripture and the Buddhist world
Shake hands with spring and feel warm inside.
Over the years, I have been longing for a life quieter than snow and lower than grass.
Take paper training as an important thing.
The forehead of spring has gathered deep and quiet.
I know, this reincarnation scene.
It means not only the mystery of the four seasons, but also the magic of nature.
It also taught us to be deeply grateful.
Sitting on a wooden chair worn by years
Listen to spring quietly.
Try to read the whisper of a grass.
New year, the key to the soul
If it snows harder, then
Tomorrow morning, you can see it hanging on the treetops everywhere.
The brightest key in the world
Fill the silence outside the glass
Drink with the cold and listen to a plum blossom and a snowflake.
Whispering: the grass under the snow is trying.
What language are the sparrows chirping in the yard?
Not far away, a woman in a sanitation overalls.
Bend down and wave the shovel, and a large road surface reappears behind you.
She wants to give new life with a simple verb.
Put kindness and diligence
New year, the key to the soul
Its brilliance decorated my inner ideal.
Just like sunshine blooms flowers, before dawn.
I want to open all the doors and windows.
Blooming flowers
Almost silently, it is the end of the year.
Snow is in full bloom, and wintersweet is in full bloom in front of the door.
The whole town is a little shy,
Different from the past. All the flowers.
In this case, you can invite a few friends to drink.
The steaming bottom of the pot gurgled.
Tell about the happiness and extension of the day.
Or you can go to the bridge by yourself.
Look at the careless snow floating on the ground, getting thicker and whiter bit by bit.
It's getting late, and the warm light wakes you up.
When I looked up, snowflakes had covered my shoulders, face and eyelashes.
The frozen heart begins to collapse, and you will suddenly find that
How quiet the city is, how happy you are.
So as to have enough time to experience it with poetry.
The pale blue of the soul