The truth of the sweat droplets that soak up
They say they are thirsty for freshness,
With a little leeway
Missing happiness
I’m imagining something.
In the forest, to a small hut
Go on a picnic with a small backpack,
To enjoy your own time
For a while, I went to a deserted path
Take a walk and indulge in contemplation.
Sitting on the Ridge
Nameless white clouds,
He glanced at me slightly,
Just silently idle
I laugh heartily.
The mountain bird choir raises its voice
Singing without ceasing,
In front of reality as it is
Even the transparency of rolling through the crevices of the stream and rocks
They come up to me like a friend and seduce me.
Even nameless wildflowers
Everyone came out on the side of the road,
It’s a feeling that passes for a while, but
Willing to cheer free spirits,
Wave your hand and applaud.