1, when the scarlet gardenia blooms, the jujube tree will dream of a pink flower, which will bend into an arc luxuriantly ... I heard the laughter in the middle of the night again; I quickly cut off my thoughts and looked at the little caterpillar on the cover of the old white paper, with a big head and a small tail, like a sunflower seed with only half a grain of wheat, and the color of the whole body was lovely and pitiful.

2, weeds, not deep at all, flowers and leaves are not beautiful, but they absorb the dew, water, blood and meat of the deceased, each taking its own. When you are alive, you will still be trampled and cut until you die and rot.

3. The past life is dead. I am happy for this death, because I know it once lived. The dead life has rotted. I get great pleasure from this decay, because I know it is not empty.

It is my sin to leave the mud of life on the ground, there are no trees, only weeds.

The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Butterflies really don't exist; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms.

6. When I am silent, I feel full; I will open my mouth and feel empty at the same time.

7. For myself, for friends and enemies, man and beast, lovers and lovers, I hope the decay of this weed will come soon. Otherwise, I can't live, which is more unfortunate than death and decay.