Chasing the thick red (small poem)
In order to chase the thick red,
I gave up the cool lake water,
would rather be in the warm sunshine,
silently accepting the scorching of pain.
May it be red,
turns into clouds in the sky,
shines on the sky,
turns into a beautiful dream,
decorates the heavy night sky.
I am willing to chase the thick red,
It is like a deep kiss,
makes the blood boil,
let the unknown torrent spread...
I am chasing that red,
but also left a gentle sigh,
that red,
floating in the smoke and clouds,
is so beautiful,
is so beautiful,
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looks like shadows and illusions,
looks like false and real,
is hazy,
has become intoxicated by the heart...
that red,
seems to have turned into a red moon...
morning glow reflects the sky (small poem)
red sun is on the treetops,
reveals a red face.
The moment you turn your eyes,
The morning glow fills the sky in the east.
The morning glow kisses the sky with enthusiasm.
The sky also blushed.
red glow gradually dissipated,
However,
still has a few strands floating in the air,
as if he was reluctant to leave the sky,
full of affection
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