Ancient sandalwood poems and dragon carvings
I am the craftsman of your poems
Seclusion in delicate poetry
Decorate my floating life on your window lattice with delicate carvings
The sandalwood is not exhausted
If it weren't for poetry, how could we attract butterflies?
And you are always at the window sill
Touch my skinny face
Silently remembering the geese passing by in the sky
feel your temperature
Will give birth to uncarved magnolia petals
The soft sigh that always sets off your sadness
Thousands of years ago, I was hiding beside the poem
Waiting for someone's chance
Has the same lonely shadow as me
Come into my poetic realm