"Wing Straw" reads that it is a cloud of new works "Straw" has a feeling, and the opposite is written. I am straw and I love to burn! When I was a green seedling, I took the beautiful youth green

"Wing Straw"

Reading that is a cloud's new work "Straw" has a feeling, and it is written in the opposite sense.

I am straw,

I love burning!

When I was still a strain

When green seedlings,

I put the beautiful youth emerald green,

Handed over to the spring season,

Decorated with the charm of the earth.

But who knows?

My roots

Living deep underwater,

All

are enslaved by water,

Soaked in water.

My life

Trapped in a prison of water.

I crave the sun' exposure,

I long for the sun to shine.

My heart

Longing for a burn!

Summer fire,

I still

Struggling in the water,

Boil in water.

Short moments of drainage,

It can also be brought to me

A laugh.

I love the warmth of summer,

I use full of spikes,

Give summer a deep hug!

Summer, your warm arms!

I want to be

I relied on it for the rest of my life.

I am not greedy,

It's this brief moment.

It also became the pride of my dreams!

I'm still full of grains,

I also smile with spikes of rice flowers.

What else do I have? What else do I have!

Can it be reciprocated?

Autumn is coming,

I bent down my straight spine,

I bowed my head of pride and thought,

To Mother Earth

Give a deep gift,

In front of you,

I had to bend

This has stood for a long time

Long elder waist.

Bow your head, bend down,

Never lifted again,

Until the end of life.

The great grace of nurturing,

It's just crushing bones,

There is no recompense, no recompense!

The roar of the harvester,

A sickle that cuts iron like mud.

For me,

Again

Heart-rending burning!

I love the pain,

I love this dripping rape.

Crush my body and mind,

Abandon my child.

The flame of life!

Burning to the climax at this moment.

It's raw joy!

It's the pride of death!

This is the moment when it is not affected by the water epidemic,

It's the joy of the triumph of freedom!

I love this life burning!

I don't want to be on anyone's table,

I reject the fishy face of the crab.

My golden body,

Should be exercised and sublimated in the fire,

And not to protect a whole body

Go along the lines.

Go and stain whose fishy face it is.

And not to thank anyone

Raise my value!

This is an insult to my holiness,

This is a thousand knives to dignity!

Raw, when verdant and verdant,

Sing the praises of life!

Death, but also vigorously,

Practice the glorious glory of the Father of the Sun!

That's who I am

A rice tree of water plague!

A bundle of straw in the wilderness!