Boy, you are so happy. You have been sitting in the dirt all morning, playing with the broken branches.
I watched you play with that broken branch with a smile.
I'm busy with the accounts, adding figures there hour by hour.
Maybe you are looking at me and thinking, "This boring game wasted your good time all morning!" " "
Boy, I forgot how to concentrate on playing with branches and mud cakes.
I look for expensive toys and collect gold bars and silver bars.
As for you, whatever you find, play your happy game. As for me, I waste my time and energy on what I will never get.
I struggled to sail across the sea of desire in my fragile canoe and forgot that I was playing games there.
Jinhua
If I become a golden flower, just for fun, growing on the high branches of that tree, swaying in the wind with a smile and dancing on the new leaves, mom, will you know me?
If you cry and say, "Where are you, son?" "I was there secretly laughing, but I didn't say a word.
I will quietly open my petals and watch you work.
When you take a shower, put your wet hair on your shoulders, walk past the golden flower shaded by green trees, and walk to the yard where you pray, you will smell the fragrance of this flower, but you don't know it comes from me.
When you have lunch, sit at the window and read & gt When the shadow of that tree falls on your hair and knees, I will cast my little shadow on your page, where you read.
But can you guess that this is a small shadow of your child?
When you go to the cowshed with a lamp at dusk, I will suddenly fall to the ground again and become your child again. Please tell me a story.
"Where have you been, you bad boy?"
"I won't tell you, mom." That's what you and I were trying to say.
Jasmine for the first time
Oh, these jasmine flowers, these white jasmine flowers!
I seem to remember the first time I held these jasmine flowers and these white jasmine flowers in my hand.
I love the sunshine, the sky and the green earth.
I heard the river gurgling in the dark midnight;
The autumn sunset greeted me in the corner of Kaminooji, just like the bride lifted her veil to greet a good lover.
But I think of the white jasmine I first held in my hand when I was a child, and my heart is full of sweet memories.
I have had many happy days in my life. I was amused by those jokes on the night of the holiday party.
On a gloomy rainy morning, I sang many elegant poems.
I wear a drunken wreath woven by my lover as an evening dress around my neck.
But I think of the white jasmine I first held in my hand when I was a child, and my heart is full of sweet memories.
My life when I was young was like a flower. When the warm spring breeze came to beg, she generously untied a piece from the rich petals and never felt it was a loss.
Now that youth is gone, if you give nothing in life, you just have to give yourself completely, together with the heavy sweetness.
I woke up to find his letter coming with the dawn.
I don't know what is written in the letter, because I can't read it.
I don't want to disturb the sage who is reading, so why bother him and know if he can read the letter?
Let me hold the letter to my forehead and stick it to my heart.
In the dead of night, when the stars are shining, I will spread the letter on my leg and wait quietly.
The rustling leaves will read aloud to me; The gurgling stream will praise it for me; The seven stars of wisdom will also sing for me from the sky.
I can't find what I asked for, and I can't understand what I know; But this unread letter lightened my burden and turned my thoughts into songs.
Oh, I long to treasure a secret, just like Xia Yun wrapped in raindrops-a secret wrapped in silence, with which I can roam the world.
Oh, I long to sleep in the sun in the forest, where the streams are gurgling and there are people listening to my soft words.
Tonight's silence seems to be expecting a burst of footsteps; You asked me why I was in tears.
I can't explain it to you because it is still an unsolved mystery to me.
To you, I am like the night, a little flower.
All I can give you is the quiet and sleepless silence hidden in the dark.
In the morning, when you open your eyes, I will leave you to a world where bees are buzzing and birds are chirping.
My last gift to you will be a tear that falls into the depths of your youth, making your smile sweeter; When the exultation of the day is cruel, it will turn into mist and cover your charming face.