Prose poem "Starry Sky"

Prose poem "Star Moon"

Brutal bird with wings, even on the branches on the nest.

Yangchun and March are all in pairs, and I am alone on the trail.

The trail is long, and my heart wanders.

Strong said spring wind swallow, intended to be light and crazy and vast.

Since leaving home, a serious year.

I can't find myself, I can't find my red face.

One person is tired of the scenery, counting the stars and sleeping alone with the moon.