My stream

My stream

Mountain streams and streams, tinkling, trickle. It doesn’t have the surging of rivers or the magnificence of waterfalls, but there is no lack of firmness in its slender and weak, and it has faith in its weakness. It is not afraid of the blocking of mountains and stones, nor greedy for the quiet of the

Bath a light

During my four years, I wandered in Tianhe fishing day, during which I had experienced too much, gradually mature and quiet mind — inscribing notes and sending a message to teacher Ashu when writing this text, I just finished reading “hundreds of poems” and saw myself mixed in a group of fangs, feeling that I