100 short stories are in his own collection of poems.

The rain rumbled in the sky, and the sky rumbled and said to me, if it's going to rain, run, click click, if it's going to rain, run, hee hee hee, hahaha, but I didn't run because I wore small rain boots and an umbrella? On the starry night, the wind raised the last sunset glow, and you quietly filled the sky. Standing quietly in the distant sky, staring deeply at us on the ground. The world is so small that we can meet each other almost every day. The greeting was omitted because we have met before. Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, it turns out that the sky is a castle. Nobita has his tinkling cat, and Woody Sakura has her Kuloka. But what about the stars? It has its light. Write brilliant music with a short life. I made a wish under the starlight and made a vow that I had already thought about. If the sky is dark for several nights in a row, I will still be under my sky. Waiting for you to light it! Half a blue plate, the night is bleak, many Iraqis are sighing, countless flowers have been blown away, the ground is full of English remnants, and the coolness is infinite, cold, cold, cold. Turning around, the autumn wind rises, thousands turn to the mountains and mountains, Xianglong hairpin, phoenix crown, higher than no joy, only tears broken, difficult, difficult. Or another song: the past is gone, and the dream is silent. Singing and dancing lightly, my heart is not in my heart, and residual plum drops tears.