The mild breath is mixed with a little coolness.
A flower
Climb up the branch
Bloom a beautiful face
Rain, the sound of ticking
Melody of early summer
Silent spider
Buried in a beautiful woven net
In a world where green is spreading.
Collect crystal raindrops
Full of bright dreams
This drop
Full of green of life.
That drop
Full of the beauty of flowers
Dense raindrops
Shining with pure warmth.
The rainy season in May
Living in a world of flowers.
Rain roll bead curtain
cobweb
Draw a clear conclusion
Fresh dream
Miss gives birth to fragrance.
In May, it suddenly began to rain.
The cool breeze awakens the memory of love.
The stream where the rain collects exudes the fragrance of Sophora japonica.
Lazy petals are floating in the water waves.
Memory, engraved with fragrant marks.
Incense is swaying in my mind.
The tide of time is rippling in the green.
There was a burst of laughter.
Condensed into a touching atmosphere at the end of the pen
In the world of a drop of rain
I see your dim and shallow appearance.
Staring memory
Let miss fall into a touch of flowers.
wait for
Memory stirs transparent wings.
Take away the nectar brewed by missing.
The past in the cup
In a cup, there are clear ripples.
Reminds me of the sea.
An old fishing boat
Moonlight full of water
Bring back the stars.
Stretch out my lonely arm
Embrace the looming time in the cup
Past events soar like seagulls.
The figure is boundless.
Finally into the rolling waves.
An old ballad.
Fall into a long sorrow.
Proud reeds are swaying in the wind.
Guarding the past
Romance by the sea is condensed into the world in a cup.
The moonlight sobbed.
Melt into shallow water waves
The dream of youth is written into quicksand.
A reunion made Bibo clean the sand in his memory.
Are you okay?
Loneliness drifting at sea
Wave marks splashed in the cup
I will always miss it.
Get together and leave.
Splash tears