Original poetry
Summer title page
Text/Blue Snow
Hand over the dawn, hand over the scent, in the wilderness and the sun peddled by white clouds
It is written that all things grow
Do you love them or not, sunflowers, jasmine and phoenix flowers are all opening as scheduled
Whether you love them or not has nothing to do with whether they like this earthly world
The water does not flow the same, the aspen tree grows higher and higher
The wheat that is pumped is getting fuller
Everyone who should have met met, so much rain
There is no sorrow in the earth
When it's empty, go and see the lotus flowers hidden by the fish
They are one next to the other
At that time, the pond water was clear, and the sky was boundless blue
And she, just pour out the written verse
One by one, the white birds wrote praise for her
Make a crisp chirp
2023.5.6