Hubei Xueer 
Blossom of Rose 

Most of the time, if the fragrance of wine fades away, only one poem is left. Suddenly, the inspiration of leading a befuddled life opens your eyes. Moon in the sky, a lamp in the house and the light cuts out a weak back shadow when If you think of the poet, you will understand the poets are poor. It“s not as shining as poetry. When they write, they are feeding pain with the loneliness like a needle. Write a line and use the time to bite the umbilical cord once.