Those secrets of desolation in the tree hole

Standing alone in the darkness and gazing at it, the cold stars hang in the Milky Way. In the night, the dried trunks still perished the few branches. The cold wind blows like a bayonet. Black, white, white and black are in front of us. Being Stabbed But unconsciously, half faint, half drunk, half awake. […]

Flowering Tree

Night is always the most pleasant time of my day, and the old desk lamp glows in the dim light. There was a breeze blowing out of the window, and the misty tea fragrance was sent to the tip of the nose. I gently stroked the folds of the book, and the words in the […]