Every time I open the window,
look around
You always open your mouth.
Sing loudly
I saw you pick up your pink horn.
Blow out a touching song
It seems to be telling something happily.
I thought about it for a long time.
oh
So you're telling people that spring is coming.
Deciduous forefinger
I picked up a fallen leaf.
Look at it thoughtfully.
The wrinkles on the dead leaves are deep.
The lines on my back are like blue veins.
There are no gold and brilliant colors.
Just a gray face in Zhang Qing.
It used to be so plump and bright.
The dark green leaves are shining with hope.
This storm has its heated debates.
This kind of mask is comfortable and cool in the hot sun.
Now, driven by the cold current of fate,
Like an old busker.
Curled up in the street
Trembling bass singing
A dead leaf that no one understands.
It turned out that my heart was lost.
2. pear tree
Hilda Doolittle
Silver dust and fog
Rise from the ground
I can't reach it.
You have risen so high.
Oh, silver
I can't reach it.
You bloom to us.
There are no other flowers to bloom.
Such strong pure white petals
No other flower can get such rare silver.
And then separate out the silver.
Oh, white pears
You flower clusters
Bloom in the branches
Use your purple heart medal
Bring summer and ripe fruit.