Author: Treading the snow and looking for plums
Winter mornings are not as brilliant as spring
Lack of summer's cicada song
In a corner of the season, you can enjoy yourself alone
Occasionally, wild fowl flew down the fields
Dressed up in monotonous nature
Look up at the blue sky
Lonely tears slipped quietly
Pick up the pieces that meet
But it can't be pieced together into a complete picture
You are like a bouquet of roses blooming in winter
It amazed my eyes
is also secretly sad
Beside you is a lamb
Coming and going
I want to snuggle up next to you
Accompany until the earth is desolate
The winter sun has no dazzling light
But there is a touch of unique charm
Because of this winter day full of tenderness
Met the most beautiful roses
Blooming on my heart
Fragrances my world
It warmed my soul
I would like to write with love
Write the whole world for her
January 19, 2024
A pot of wandering and wandering is difficult to enter the throat, after you leave, the wine is warm and reminiscent of being thin, how to steal the time when the water flows eastward, and the flowers are ripe at one time, but I missed it.
There were a few clouds in the sky and a breeze on the ground. The breeze ruffled my hair and taught me how not to want her? Moonlight in love with the ocean, and the ocean in love with the moonlight. Ahh Teach me how not to want her......