Hanging vegetable bean seedlings
Like a purple waterfall
Deep in the sweet potato field
A pair of rabbits are secretly in love.
The ant stealing honey was hit by dew.
It desperately breaks through and struggles in vain.
A fat hedgehog
Stumbling on the wet poplar leaves
I walked through a flower path.
Go home with a basket of fog
Farm small courtyard
Newborn lamb
Lying in the sun under a pile of wheat straw
Golden corn
Covered with locust trees and city walls
On the white earth wall
There is a string of red peppers hanging.
The sun shines through the black branches in the yard.
The air is quiet and transparent.
A deep cough.
Accompanied by smoke from the stove.
Straw pile bathing day
After lunch.
I slept on a pile of straw and basked in the sun.
The winter sun
Like clear spring water flowing on me.
If there is no wind.
Whose smoke and charcoal are blowing?
The yellow dog lying under the crooked jujube tree
Suddenly she cried twice: Wang Wang.
I looked down and found—
There is a lamb stealing grass under the straw pile.
The moon and trees
The moon is squatting on the roof.
Like a silver cat
Sophora japonica is a black giant.
This has nothing to do with the moon.
Look at each other silently
Moonlight in May
Moonlight in May
It's cyan
As green as the ears of wheat.
As transparent as paulownia leaves.
Moonlight in May
Dyed vilen's cabin.
Dirt the window lattice
The boy in the window
Have a blue dream
Snowy night
this evening
I am independent of the silent forest with heavy snow.
Like a silent bird
The roots of Sophora japonica melted in the snow.
Only the black slender tree body is left.
Snow fell into the cold deep river.
Birds melt into the endless night.
Tonight, the world is silver
Except Sophora japonica, river water and me.
Midnight pear flower
A spring night awakened by moonlight
No birdsong
Black wet branches
Dotted with small white flowers
Stars in the forest on a winter night
Pear blossoms quietly.
Moonlight is yellow and fragrant.
Toad is lying under the old tree root.
Goo goo muffled.
On the velvet grass
Fanchu brochette yinpao
Country evening news
In the evening, the cattle and sheep returned to the pen.
The village in the twilight is like a purple grape stained with frost.
The moon is like a baby's calm face.
Blink your eyes.
Looking at the milky wheat field.
A bird
A bird
Independent of the top of poplar
The wind sighs at your feet.
Clouds, floating on its head.
It didn't say anything.
Look into the distance
Sesame field in the moonlight
Sesame field in the moonlight
Full of white flowers
A flock of pigeons resting on a branch.
The wind is sleeping.
Paulownia trees are sleeping, too.
Sesame field in the moonlight
The grasshopper is jumping
Worms are flying.
The vole gnawed at the sweet potato.
Everything is growing.
Bitten sweet potatoes are also growing.
A small village in the moonlight
A small village in the moonlight
Quiet as a well.
You throw a stone.
But there was no reply.
A small village in the moonlight
As deep as a forest
You enter by moonlight
The fog lost its way home.
A small village in the moonlight
As charming as an ice lake.
It emits a faint blue light.
You can't help but stop and stand.
A small village in the moonlight
Loneliness is like an old house.
You knock on the door gently.
But nobody answered the door for you.