Text/Xiao Zhaojun (Wuhan)
Sunday morning
I went to the flower market to see flowers.
They are all beautiful.
I brought some home.
In the vase
Instant beauty
on land
? They will last for a long time.
hua'er
Please tell me.
This is uninhabited land.
Not known to the public
Or my vase.
Everyone praises you.
Die with honor.
I wonder what flowers think.
at present
Flowers in a vase
Bloom desperately
That's great.
The whole room
Whole space
Decorate it
Burning flowers
It is the glory and dream of life.
This Sunday morning
That's all it means.