Not tonight

May 30, 2015

The voice of the voice wrung my heart off

The hustle and bustle and mundane things are thrown away in the ice

hibernation

Through the night

In an infinite one-third of an acre

keep watch

You come, I don't come

I'm in your absence

Infatuation withered and yellowed the leaves

Despair burned red

One turns

Fell into a dream

evening scene

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Snow pressure Sina meets occasionally, and there are frequent smiles.

Dedicated to helping children, humbly and diligently respecting teachers.

Only pity the olives and the faint green, and do not fall roses bright red.

Bitter hatred life is limited, and the sunset is full of color and laughter in the spring breeze.