wild flower,
Stars, dots,
Want to lose the button,
Sprinkle it on the roadside.
It has no autumn chrysanthemum,
Curly blond hair,
No peonies,
Beautiful face,
It has only tiny flowers,
And thin branches and leaves,
Put the faint fragrance
Melt into the beautiful spring.
My poetry,
Like a nameless flower,
With the wind and rain of the season,
Quietly open in
Lonely world