When the peach blossoms are exhausted, the smiles of the cherry blossoms bloom wantonly.
The rouge of begonia, spring sorrow dyed green.
Dew refraction time, vortex.
The water town in April is filled with the flavor of past lives.
The tree you stared at many years ago is full of green leaves and fragrant flowers.
And you, you've slept like a stone all these years.
Standing under a tree, looking up at the prosperity of a tree.
Green has just covered the branches, and I have seen the withered appearance.
Wading in Sanskrit, arousing the prayers of fallen leaves.
Dust-laden plot, banishing spring scenery
The pain of azaleas crying falls with April.
Only one drop is heavy.
In the grass, a quiet butterfly
Spring afternoon. The wind is coming and the sunshine is just right.
In the clear sky, several clouds chase the freedom like the wind.
Fishing for old words in Tang and Song Dynasties by weeping willows on the shore.
The river is very long, with tiny ripples rippling gently.
A trap is wrapped in a circle, like taking it day by day.
The aquatic plants along the river rise and fall with the canoes in the season.
On the grass by the shore, a quiet butterfly.
Wings in a cage, pure white. Keep your body still.
Like me. Tired of flying?
Or did the sea break its wings?
All afternoon. The wind is still and the water is still.
Butterflies in the grass are very quiet.
I am quiet. Time is running out.
When birds sing, catch the dusk.
I saw a residual red figure falling.
Drift into the unknown distance
In May, there was a strong wind.
The pain that has been dormant for many years comes with April.
The accumulated residual red turned into fertilizer for another season.
In spring, I buried the dark wound in the bone.
Missed the spring, southbound ramble.
Lush green is full of clear poems.
The rolling wheat waves ignited the next season.
May wind, through the hair tips.
Flooding the rain all night.
Due to years of disrepair, the city has been declining.
Wait all night
The wind is coming, and you are coming.
Thousands of miles away, there is the sound of flowers blooming.