The seven unique poems of "Human Fireworks" are as follows:
(1) The spring breeze does not make you feel cold on the bed, and you can still feel the fragrance of books under your pillow after sleeping. In my dream, I suddenly heard the sound of teeth on the eaves, and the orioles came to the bamboo bed again. This kind of weather is suitable for lazy sleep, but the beautiful spring scenery with the sounds of warblers and flowers has invaded the bedside. Why don't you get up? Time waits for me, so don’t let this great time pass you by.
(2) The light rain has just begun, the sun’s shadows are slanting, and the eaves flowers are falling in the quiet wind outside the window. I am so bored that I don’t realize how beautiful the spring is, and how many swallows are flying around. Suddenly on vacation, you suddenly feel free from the busy work, and you feel no sense of spring even though you are bored? Just facing this scene and this situation, I suddenly remembered that the swallow should be coming back. Which house has it flown to now? The implication is evocative.
(3) The east wind occasionally cleared up one night, and the shadows of flowers reflected in the small windows were reflected on the curtains. When spring comes, no one will wake up from my dream, and my temples will be dotted by idle clouds. The last sentence is full of feelings about the vicissitudes of time. The clouds are not idle, and the stars on the temples should be helpless. The first two sentences are about beautiful spring, and the third sentence is about waking up from a dream with no one, loneliness and helplessness. Therefore, the last sentence is introduced, because in the chat with no one, the years are passing by and time is gone.
(4) If you are dragging your head and covering your head and sleeping too much, everything in this world will never come to an end. I came back from the holiday with nothing to do, so I held my poems, books and cup of tea for the time being. Nothing is worse than getting enough sleep, sleeping in the dark, and waking up with poems, books, and tea as companions. It’s rare in life to let go and relax. In fact, it reflects the helplessness of the world of hard work and hard work during the holidays.