On Yu Xiuhua's Afternoon

In the afternoon, I fell down.

I fell when I was carrying a bamboo basket across the ditch.

A basket of grass also fell.

Of course, the sickle also fell off.

Shoes hanging on thorns, hanging on thorns

And a white silk scarf.

A light and easy-to-carry white silk scarf, I am ready to hurt my hand at any time.

Nice dress.

But 10 years later, it's still so white.

I don't know where the person who gave me the white silk scarf went.

When I fell into the ditch, I remembered these things and opened my eyes.

White clouds are mighty.

The grass scattered all over the floor is vast and green.