Tang gengkun

Swimming in the clear sky, looking for fragrance among chrysanthemums.

Bring the sound to the core, and the shadow is in the fragrance.

Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind.

Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams.

bee

Don

The small garden and pool are rotten, and there are endless thoughts in front of the back door.

A thin waist is better than dew, and a light back leans against the wind.

Red walls and lonely cliffs are full of honey, and blue curtains are empty.

The butterfly celebrating its age will meet in mid-February.

Hard-working bees never have time to be sad. -Blake, please accept it. . Entertainment _ burial at your service. .