The light rain on the lily falls
The smell of grass spits on my nose.
We are outside the fence of Guayuan.
A meadow supports it.
A pond like a big silver mirror
Be dazzled by the bright light.
The meek lamb
Baa baa.
The wind pushes away the rippling melon waves.
Green oil is coming at us both.
I'm worried about this little white sheep.
fly away
Hold it in your arms.
I took the little white sheep home.
A circle made of wood
There is a raspberry in front of the door.
Burning fiery red fruit
There is less grass falling underground.
The little flame licked the soft tongue.
Illuminate the road covered with smoke, rain and grass
I noticed that.
There is a small basket hanging on a board in the hut.
It is covered with silver clouds. Rain and fog.
With a kind baa baa.
Mother Aries appeared.
Watch me take the little white sheep home.
I heard raspberries dripping like dew.
suddenly
Full of happiness
Make my eyes moist.
The little white sheep in his arms jumped up.
Run to its lovely mother.
Standing in the rain
I seem to have a childhood without growing up.
The moment I ran to my mother's warm arms.
Excellent modern poems of childhood II. Smoke from the kitchen above the diaojiao building.
I don't know who to teach.
Twist into a strand
First, slowly entangle the sunset.
And then drag it.
Drag the mountains west.
at that time
I'm still a child.
Suddenly see
The face of the sunset in an instant.
blush
That childhood night
The old cow that hasn't been slaughtered yet
Not far away in the paddy field on the mountain.
Mud splashed everywhere.
It took a bite of foam.
Dragging his father a few hoarse shouts.
staggering
staggering
Tripped again
Sunset is coming.
Turn a few more times.
A few more laps, maybe we can get off work.
then
That childhood night
Overriding twilight.
vociferously to advocate
A winding mountain road
Father is shouting.
Getting closer and closer to my memory.
In the mountain breeze at night
Accompanied by mother's familiar call.
That was only available many years ago.
The smell of kimchi.
Let the wind blow it into your nose.
Yuanshan
from afar
Tearing memories one by one.
It's azalea