Selected Prose Poems of Landscape Part I: How does the landscape cause so much injustice in this world?
Don't think about it if you can't figure it out.
If you can't forget, don't forget.
Or buried deep in memory.
Read it after a few years.
It is also a good scenery.
Selected Landscape Prose Poems Part II: Whose dream is it that your eyes stay in yesterday's scenery?
The white on the wall became an ancient secret.
This season, romantic enough,
I am sorry to meet you again.
The spring breeze outside the window sent your story.
Let my calm heart ripple again,
Tears of the whole city can't compare with your beauty, and even bring you lovelorn.
I want to sing a song and tell you the secret.
Your eyes show the purity of winter and make me feel lonely.
Reminds me of you.
I'm still here.
At night, charming enough. The brush in your hand depicts your breath.
Let my silence continue the red dust.
Passing by, unfortunately, I can't take your shadow away.
Spring in Paris is not as beautiful as it is, because of the flowing streams, I dare not compare with you.
Your eyes, turning into stars, shine in my world.
Your message, I left it in my castle,
In my dream.
The third selection of landscape prose poems: listening to the stumbling steps of the old man in spring
Wake up from the cold winter
Mountains and rivers are full of vitality.
Riding the spring breeze to catch up with the footsteps of spring
Suddenly I smell a spring breeze.
Everything is reviving and competing.
The distant mountains are covered with green clothes.
The grass spits dew.
Spring uses its tolerance
Dotted with blueprints
Spring uses a gentle voice
Awaken the earth and the world.
People are diligent in spring, and spring is early.
Bathe in the morning breeze and listen
Spring songs and stories.
Immerse yourself in the embrace of nature
Spring ignites passion and dreams.
All the troubles go with the spring breeze.
The seeds of hope are sown in spring.
Immersed in the sea of rape flowers
I wrote a picture in spring.
Spring brings life.
The old farmer turned out the plough and rake.
Write the ballad of spring ploughing
Selected landscape prose poems Part IV: A dewdrop on the nose of childhood scenery
The charm of a flowing heart
Childhood or childhood friends
Lost youth and elegance
Roulette that rolls with memory.
That simple stone bridge
A worried face floats in my heart.
The lost time is floating in my mind.
The smiling face that once stayed here.
Wrapped in the same scenery