The virtue of flowers blows through the world
(Outer one)
Tan Min Jiang
In the field, a bouquet of wax plum blossoms bloomed
The silence was crushed, and many things in the world ended up in zero
Only the good things live on
The flowers bloom so restrained, but so enthusiastic
The fragrance is like moonlight, rising melodiously from the depths of some universes
Like the virtue of a group of flowers, it slowly blows through the world
At this time, the creatures that walk in winter
There is a light of crutches moving forward
The virtues of all things, like a gentle breeze, push the surface of the water
Like greenery, it spread slowly to the earth
Praise the moonlight
In winter, the moonlight is like snowflakes on the surface of the sea
On summer nights, the moonlight is like a flying firefly in the stars
The moonlight sprinkled down, like some past events falling on the earth
Slowly, they sweep through our hearts that are no longer stirring
Moonlight is a praiseworthy old friend, and it listens patiently
The worldly heaviness is like snow, which eventually melts in the moonlight
The insects of The Hidden Ones are long, and the calendar of the Passing is long
Many good memories have been hidden under this charming moon
(The author is a member of Chongqing Writers Association)
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