Some frogs croaked and read aloud the blue sky.
This amphibious bel canto is pure in tone.
Originally, it belonged to the same language family as my long-lost local accent.
Like my leisure poems, they
Frequent onstage, vibrato mixed with dialects.
Express the theme of sticking to one side's water quality
No one can witness it better.
A frog who knows how to protect himself.
Fall on the lotus leaf slightly wider than the idiom.
Reading empty nest countryside with sound and affection
Tadpoles swimming around lotus stalks obviously don't understand.
Shame on an almost pitiful tail behind him.
They only have lunch breaks or occasional insomnia.
Miss your long-lost parents.
Immature imagination swells.
A wisp of sadness aggravated the fog in the lotus pond.
But now, they must open the ripple.
Try to read the days as simple as studying.
And the lotus flowers on their heads, their white-haired grandmothers
I began to wither because I couldn't do it.
Several frogs lured by the high-speed rail jumped ashore.
These vagrants who didn't completely take off their tails
Much like a teenager who goes to work in the city from his hometown.