Sunday morning (poetry)

Sunday morning

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.