(one)

In the twilight, I stepped into the field alone, passing by the cool breeze mixed with the sadness of June. Who didn’t stay there for, but it was called time?

There is still some Caixia in the sky that has never been secluded, and the footsteps have finally not blended into the hodgepodge of early summer. I, with my heart that never walked out of March, lost on the road I was walking on?

My footprints led me to the poem’s requiem field. I was about to read a little poem lightly, but I was shocked by the three or two whispering grasses. They are talking and happily; they are looking forward to the carnival with dew in the second half of the night. and I? What is my heart looking forward to?

In the fields, the breath of freshly turned earth is permeated everywhere, faintly, and with a little coolness, which makes me feel helpless; I look up, in the twilight, in the undulating fields, that nurture a common people The swarthy soil, what kind of life will you nurture?

Home, by the way, there should be a shadow of home behind me, but from my eyes, it is so vague. Only that heart lamp, even in the wind and rain, shouldn’t be extinguished?

Walking in the disappearance, what should I, place, my soul?

(two)

In the twilight, I stepped into the field alone, passing by the cool breeze mixed with the sentimentality of June . Those who have never stayed for anyone should be called time.

There are still some colorful clouds in the sky that haven’t been hidden, and finally my footsteps have not been integrated into the symphony of early summer. I, with my heart that has been through May, looking for the road I have walked.

My footprints guided me out of the lost paradise of words. I just wanted to rephrase a short word lightly, but I was silent by a dozen whispering grasses. They are talking and happily; they are looking forward to a hug with dew in the second half of the night. and I? My heart should also have its own habitat.

In the fields, the breath of freshly turned earth is permeated everywhere, faintly, and with a little coolness, making me unspeakable laziness; looking up, in the twilight, in the undulating fields, that nurtures the people. In the swarthy soil, you will give birth to a variety of life.

Home, by the way, there must be a shadow of home behind me, I haven’t turned around, but I feel it is deeply imprinted in my heart. That heart lamp, even in the wind and rain, can not go out.

Walking in the disappearance, I, longing for this, to rest, my soul.

(three)

In the twilight, I stepped into the field alone, passing by the cool breeze mixed with the joy of June. That never stayed for anyone, only time!

The sky is still nostalgic for some Caixia and never sleeps well, but the footsteps finally haven’t blended into the chorus of early summer. I, with my heart that walks in June, surging on the golden road filled with hope!

Footprints guided me into the happy valley of dreams. I just wanted to smile for an eternity, but I was willing to stop by the grass singing full of happiness . They are full of ideals; they are looking forward to a kiss with dew in the second half of the night. and I? My heart will definitely have its own habitat!

In the fields, the breath of freshly turned earth is permeated everywhere, faintly, and with a little coolness, which makes me have a kind of unspeakable comfort; looking up, in the twilight, in the undulating field, that nurtures a party The swarthy soil of the people, you, will finally be brilliant again into a colorful flower of life!

Home, by the way, I still have the warmth of home in my heart, warm and caressing the feelings of June, which has never been metaphorical in a dream. That heart lamp, even in the wind and rain, will finally be immortal!

Walking in disappearance, I, will be like this, put, my soul!