Poetry/Landscape House
Red tomatoes,
like the sun,
are planted in every vegetable garden.
Pick one and take a bite,
It’s sour;
Cut it into pieces, mix it with some sugar,
It’s sweet.
A bowl of tomato noodles made by my mother
A hungry stomach
It must be refreshing.
Tomatoes, tomatoes,
are my favorite,
are my favorite.
Tuesday, September 3, 2019