The second childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the dream in the real world, and the tearful smile when recalling.
We are all born babies, lying in the cradle of the universe.
Fifteen children! You can come to my garden, don't pick my flowers-look at the thorn of the rose, which hurts your hand.
Fifty-five successful flowers, people are only surprised by her present brilliance! ? However, from the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle and spread all over her body.
Seventy-one of these things-endless memories, moonlight garden, vine leaves, mother's lap, blood rain of sacrifice.
One hundred and sixteen sea waves kept asking the rock, but the rock was always silent and never answered. However, his silence has been thought about millions of times.
131 sea! Which star has no light? What kind of flower has no fragrance? When is there no sound of your waves in my mind?
One hundred and forty-four towers, flower bottom, breeze blowing, it is cold but not cold! This ancient courtyard-this dusk-this poetry-surrounds the sunset and me.
159 mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.