These days, it rains all the time in the small southern towns, and the temperature has suddenly cooled down so much that the local people are wondering if it is spring.
For several days, the intensive itinerary has made me non-stop, and this moment can finally be quieted down, which is a pleasant thing! Finally, the mind can be stopped, and the mind can be at peace. But the sound of the dense rain wet my memory...
How can I say it so easily
Rain is the word
How can I easily accept your garland
With a thin body
Loads roam the boundless spring
The rain kept falling
You asked, did you bring an umbrella?
Just a daughter red
You can strengthen my guts to wade into the river
Who is imitating new willow this spring
Stretched out his long arms
The river can't remember the footprints of the flowers
Who can unload the bag on my back
The distance of a penny is very short and long
Winter is adjacent to spring
But they are on the water side of each other
After three cups and two lamps
You are a passer-by under the roof of whose house you are
There is no one to cross the wild ferry
Who is in the water that is going down the river against the current
Who is on the shore of the wind and the moon
This spring I don't say rain
Just like this spring you don't say sad
But I want to know
When you turn around
Did he leave himself or take me
———— February 21, 2022, on the go.