Sleep in the spring sunshine
The yellow winter jasmine was picked and put on the windowsill.
Bright little petals in full bloom.
The plum branches in winter have given birth to green shoots.
The sun shone into my dream from another window.
A dark and silent dream
I saw a poem I wrote in a beautiful newspaper.
I buried my favorite book in the wheat field.
Tell my mother for sure: they will grow rich wheat grains.
I met that deep forest.
The beating sunshine depicts the scene in the poem in the tree-lined.
The words in the poem are the imprint of the beam of light in the heart.
Where are you?
Loneliness and silence make a smile.
I live in a sunny house.
Sleep in the sun
Wake up from the night
Strawberries produce the last small white flower.
The sweet heart has matured.
I have never seen willow branches in February.
Peach blossoms will bloom in March.
In the spring sunshine
A dream planted
Will the flowers bloom in the summer sun?
-Attack the United States