Lu Ge of the cross, cursive poem.

Red sailboat

There are ruins everywhere.

Road, how to extend from the foot?

Street lamp sliding into pupil

Get out, it's not a star.

I don't want to comfort you.

On the trembling maple leaf

Full of lies about spring.

Tropical sunbird

Didn't fall on our tree.

And the forest fire behind it

It's just a dusty dusk.

If the earth is frozen,

Let's face the warm current

Sail to the sea

If coral reefs are our future image,

Let's face the sea

Near sunset

No, eager to burn

Is the desire to turn to ashes.

We just want to sail quietly.

You have long hair that floats.

I have arms, straight.