/kloc-modern poems written from 0/month to 1 February, I forgot the details. There seems to be a saying that I stand at the window of October and look at November.

Lin Bai's process

In January, you haven't shown up yet.

In February, you sleep next door.

In March, it rained heavily.

In April, roses are everywhere.

In May, we sat opposite each other.

well

In this way, June came.

In June, the grass blooms and smells everywhere.

In July, the wheat waves rolled with the grass until the end of the world.

August is August.

In August, I kept my mouth shut.

In August, I am the water in the bottle, and you are the cloud in the sky.

September and October are two eyes, full of sea.

You are at sea and I am at the bottom of the sea.

1 1 month hasn't arrived yet.

Through its window

I watched December.

It snows heavily in December.