Laughter: It's the round whirlpool of her eyes, lips and lips that laughs. Brilliant as dew, the smiles are hidden in the flash of shellfish teeth. That is laughter-God's smile, beautiful smile: the reflection of water, the light song of the wind. Laughing is her loose curly hair, scattered in the ear. Soft as a flower shadow, itchy sweetness pours into your heart. It was a smile-a poetic smile, a painting smile. Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
Beauty: We vowed to find each other. In spring, when we praise, time will grow slowly, giving, painting and talking about wild flowers and weeds. Sad at home, we walked under the lamp and looked at each other, disappointed and sad. We have the same wishes as wild grass and wild flowers, and have the same joys and sorrows. We won't talk about it any more. For the wind, for the moon, for ourselves, we vowed to swear and hold grudges for life.