That window, modern poetry

That window

It's different now.

The grid is not very big.

There is no exquisite box.

Peripheral lattice

Paste window paper

Use a piece in the middle.

Small glass inlay

summer

It can also shelter from the wind and rain.

winter

It can resist the cold of the bones.

Now think about

That window is too crude.

By this time,

I'm still fascinated by it.

In spring

Through that window

You can see lush mountains.

You can see the river flowing.

Sometimes I open the window.

Run to the soft grass

with friend

Catch butterflies and play tricks.

Outside the window in summer

The scenery is more charming.

The shop is dotted with wild flowers.

There are green curtains everywhere.

White clouds are fluttering in the sky.

Cattle and sheep scattered on the ground

Listen to birds singing during the day.

There are frogs singing at night.

in the fall

Another scene.

Xiaomi bent down.

Rice fields turn golden lang.

The fields are full of gold.

The carriage bell rang.

The singing fly has wheels.

The grain store says happiness.

In winter

Window grilles are unpredictable.

Not just beautiful.

Give people an illusion.

The window is full of sunshine.

This is really like a poem.

"The mountain dancing silver snake was originally a wax elephant."

It brings hope to the prosperity of spring.

The old house in my hometown

It has been changed.

Steel windows replaced the lattice.

The warm bed replaced the heatable adobe sleeping platform.

The scenery outside the window

It is brand new.

But I always feel a little less.

The brilliance of nature and concept