What I feel when I read a book

A burst of plum rain is high and the waves are high, and the sun shines and builds a rainbow bridge.

The grass is still abandoned, why bother with the golden house lock Gillian.

The son of the cold palace has no resentment, and only regrets the spring sao that day.

A generation of romantic and empty negative colors, laughing and watching the infatuation burn in the sky.

Night groaning

The spring water of Hanghu Lake ripples, and the heart is messy and does not kill the soul.

The intention is that the sky is not noticed, and the night tour is bitter.

View bee diagram

Suddenly, I heard that the bees had picked flowers, and the fragrant plants killed the stamens by themselves.

Looking back on the melancholy of March, I like to see the colorful glow in the eastern sky.

(Written in 1971)