Red plum blooming in midsummer/text: Concentric circles
Spring is like a multicolored jelly bean,
is in your mouth,
swallows it carelessly,
only the sweetness is left Aftertaste and warmth.
Is it silent for too long?
or the sun ignited the passion of cicadas,
bright and agitated high notes,
sang passionately in midsummer.
And my green expectation,
is already colorful,
is fascinated with fragrance.
is an unintentional act of the hand of fate,
is a premeditated prank?
Hail fell from the sky, and
launched a surprise attack.
Frightened, unexpected!
destroyed my colorful vision and romantic hope.
Just ask! Who can
miss luck in the impermanence of fate?
I want to cry without tears, my dreams are broken into ice,
the wounded heart, let the blood splatter,
the snow and plum blossoms, blossoming cold.
opened in midsummer red plum greeted the snow scene,
became a wall calendar that cannot be turned.
The pale heart of blood loss,
has become a permanent frozen pole.
There is no hustle and bustle here, and
has no seasons.
with snow in Plum,
trembling in the wind ......
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