Imitating Bing Xin's poems, childlike innocence is natural.

Bing Xin's poems are unsightly.

I use a stick

Pick up the net,

hard work

It was dismantled in an instant.

I use curtains.

Cover the lights,

The light outside the window

It disappeared in an instant.

I use a small fire

Burn the newly written words,

Deep poetry

It disappeared in an instant.

I use cold water.

Washed away the fallen leaves on the flowers,

Boring comfort

It washed away in an instant.

I used the right words.

Drowned the impression under the moon,

Natural entanglement

It broke in an instant.

These are "unbearable"-

Oh, my god

On the bleak road of life,

In addition to "unbearable",

I am interested in all living things.

There can be no other comfort.