Modern Poetry: Growth

Listening to the small sound of flowers, the smiling rain and dew gradually cleaned the grass in the morning and broke through the ground. I told passers-by with a smiling face that the wonderful world is blooming. I went to the house to take out the sadness of youth and hang it on the balcony to let the light blue loneliness disperse in a hubbub. I ate crisp and sweet apples. Xiangyang: I took pleasure from grandma's warm milk and grandpa's seriousness when smoking. I held it carefully in my palm. I smell the sweet fragrance in the book and keep looking for my dreams. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the sun and the moon remain the same, and there is a ray of sunshine on the other side. I watched you bloom and sing all the way. The clever boy left me to grow up after telling me to run. ...