Footprints in light and darkness.
Wild chrysanthemum.
It wags its autumn tail.
The hidden smiling face is under the crack in the rock.
There is hardly any sunshine. Hello.
Be a lonely goose in autumn.
Caught a handful of fallen leaves.
The way violets fall in the garden.
Mixed with cement-covered walls.
From the darkness.
Give me a hand.
He supported a big tree. (scarred branches left by drooping fruits)
Rocking stars and moonlight.
At this time, there was fog on the roof in the distance.
It's blurred around.
When one eye is squinting.
Look at the world.
The other eye is sleeping in the dark.
At this moment.
Light and hope sow seeds together.
And the night.
Also looking for its dream here.
Look at that.
On the one hand, it regained confidence.
The other hand let go of the dream.
On the day of hiking.
Hanging among the green mountains and green waters.
I just don't understand.
One day with four horses, forever.
It can't get away.
Before sunset.
Listen, the guzheng has been ringing.
Beating the melody of years.
Dreams are dazzling in golden robes.
In a trance.
The slogan suddenly came up.
It kept patting the dust on it.
Under a face.
At night.
Constantly changing.
So this is uncertain.
I took off my white clothes.
Enter the ground before the winter snow comes.
Find a warm underground.
Put those traces left by a few years ago.
Take it and leave it for you.
And what fell outside.
Snowflakes say goodbye.
Let the trembling hut and me.
There is nothing to do.
One hibernation is enough.