Shaking off the remaining line of poetry/You go to the muddy dock/You return to the clear dock
Shake off the remaining line of poetry
I go to the muddy dock
The wharf I return to
I sit back in my trance
Dew drops
The rain fell heavily.
The ancient way burned a corner of the sky
Bluebird Memories
Messy hair
Pity the phoenix away from its flock
Sad poem about the shadow of the parasol tree…
Waves
Wet a river bank
Whose voice is that?
Lost in the vastness of the earth and sky
Summer!
Summer!
The rookie can't hold on to the person in the fall!