Bitter cauliflower this spring is not spring although the peach blossoms have passed, the pear blossoms have been white over the locust blossoms and thank you for the green spread into a green sea I am like a fish being grilled on the white sand my soul is quilted

Bitter cauliflower

This spring is not spring

Although the peach blossoms have passed, the pear blossoms have been white

The locust flowers bloomed and thanked

The green spreads into a sea of green

I'm like a fish

It is grilled on a white sand beach

My soul was packed into a black picture frame

A black veil was tired on it

Until today I saw you

The stars are scattered in the clutter of weeds

Hard rock edges

Proudly holding up golden wine glasses

Although the flowering period is short

Although I did not see the wood fragrant flowers blooming

This spring is still spring

It was I myself who messed up the flatness of the season