She faces the lake.
Sit under a fruit tree
The sky is blue and far away.
An egret shuttles between heaven and earth.
She heard someone in the wind.
Shouting her nickname.
The way she looked up.
Like a child? wind
Over an unguarded fence
Blowing her thin clothes
Blow those lakes—
Those reflections in the lake ...
They are in the autumn afternoon sun.
Slight rotation ...
The wind beat against the wooden house.
The lake is sparkling, but I can't see the bottom.
There are stones by the lake and grass on the heels.
She is wearing a long skirt and barefoot.
Squatting by the water to clean up the clouds in the sky
The smell of a red fox swept across the grass.
Like a premeditated plan.
I stopped aging for her.
Rouge jasmine sonnet: outsider
In the afternoon sunshine of Park Street, the local accent was trembling.
An old man was selling gardenias in the street with a basket full of them.
The exuberant vines of Parthenocissus tricuspidata cover the mottled walls on the roadside.
The woman in the shroud store across the street cursed with her eyes.
A smart woman comes from a green background.
"Why is she so beautiful, so fragrant and so spotless?"
And this long linen hair almost hit a woman covered in me.
I remember her slender hands cleaning the dust from the vase.
A sad face flashed under the gardenia window.
If she looked up, I would definitely see myself in her eyes.
But she just looked down at her watch.
Travelers zoom in at sunset-
The old man with a flower basket and a local accent has long since disappeared.
Hermits in the street hid in the flower windows of swaying trees.
You will see magpies.
Spread the good news in a skirt
Wild animals returned to their mountains.
Those ancient city gates are wide open.
Dark clouds drifted away from the village.
You will see housewives.
Fill the bottle with clean water.
The roadside golden flowers are in full bloom. ......
Like this? such ......
Everything is as you think.
1
That must be the hometown of ginkgo trees-
Continuous autumn rain comes from afar!
Quietly spilled on the ground.
Go to a cool sleep in the afternoon of 1 1 month.
2
The porcelain bottle on the windowsill is silent and warm.
In the misty rain outside the window
The leaves of ginkgo trees turned golden yellow.
This is her favorite gold.
three
What is the flutter like a butterfly's wings?
Gently like fine ripples on the water.
Slightly rising-
Every moment is new.
four
Smoke curled up in the evening.
The chirping of the last few migratory birds
Disappear into the twilight
Old people say: an autumn rain and a cold.
Winter has really come.
five
The cleanliness after the rain makes the coolness of 1 1 month charming.
The breeze blew gently through the Woods.
Trees of different colors rustle.
six
That must be the hometown of ginkgo trees-
The island has its own manor.
Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
She fell in love with her singing.