kippy1's Blogs

The good rain knows its season,
When spring arrives it brings life.
It follows the wind secretly enter
The night, and moistens things softly,
Without sound.
On a country road, clouds are all black,
On a riverboat, single fire bright.

jade

The dew is like pearl; the moon likes a jade.

The river is a sapphire; the water is floating

In slowly rymthic,

There love starting goes up to the sky; it is filling

Sky atmosphere.

      <spring at a lake.>
The water's surface now is tame, the bottom of the clouds low.
There is a battling with orioles are with themselves in mature redwood trees.
Disordered flowers have gradually almost enough to confuse the eye,
bright grass is able to hide feet