Just a few words of praise for jock's poems.

Chalk, you are lightning that cuts through the night sky, thunder that sings hymns, bonfires that light up your eyes, and rain that floats in your heart. Words shed your sweat, crushed flesh and blood, and built a pagoda in your heart. In the dark, your figure is so beautiful that snowflakes are falling. At the moment when you sacrifice your smile, you always sing beautiful campus songs. In your eager eyes, you see white clouds in the blue sky like white sheep, which is the embodiment of your beauty.