◎The little flowers
Who cares
A few little yellowish flowers
Will float out of the thick green water
No fragrance, no splendor
Short bloom
Only a few days
She shakes her little hands happily
Toward the diaphanous green sky
Announcing her arrival
I don't know how far I've traveled
to catch up with this summer
I don't know how much courage I've saved up
for this blossom
Afternoon
Afternoon, I shut it all out
Sipping a light cup of tea in silence
The thick green pleasantries disappear
I listen to the tranquility of summer
Listening to the ease and wonder of my heart
The world is getting farther and farther away from me
Only this cup of light tea
Relates to me
Encountering
I'm walking in the rain
You're holding an umbrella in the rain
Opening up to the rainy curtains
From spring to summer
And then to fall
This rain is not over yet
Again murmuring cutly under the eaves
Drenched in a
Tossing and turning night after night
Which passes me by
Walking away
Encountering an umbrella
Shocking like a ghost in the
The flowers of the distant mountains
If anyone knows it, it's the same
It grows naturally here
If anyone appreciates it, it's the same
It blossoms here in full bloom
Faced with an ancient loneliness
Faced with an ancient desolation
Even the name seems superfluous
The name of this flower is not the same as the name of the flower in the mountains, but it is the same. redundant
Only rest in the pure sunshine of heaven and earth
◎ Grass
Every grass
has the dream of a flower
always chooses to bloom in the spring
Along with the beautiful flowers
She is as far away from the sun as flowers are
They are as bright as the moon
Their life's The original color of life
Simple and persistent
And the flowers are just as fragrant as they are brilliant
Dance with the flowers***
Don't go too slow
Because the flowers will wither and fall to dust
Don't go too fast
Because the flowers haven't yet blossomed
Chase after the season of blooming
Let life and the flowers ***Dance
A chance encounter with a distinctive flower
Touched by the encounter with beauty
Life can fade like a flower
A grateful heart, however, is like an evergreen vine
Experienced the blossoming of a flower, and the tides falling
Looking back, the level is like a mirror, the clouds are light and the wind is clear
Editorial comment:
This is a group of poems with idle intention and lightness. The poet's quiet mind, beautiful brushstrokes, in a whispered ballad, celebrating the ordinary flowers and plants, grateful for a peaceful life; in the ink writing, flowing in the heart of the elegant freshness, in the thought of flowers, and flowers **** dance. The writing is delicate, the sentiment is true, beautiful poetry, recommended to appreciate.