Poem about duck

The breeze smashed through the pastoral grass, but the sound was very quiet.

The loess path leads to the forest of the sky

Little duck carrying a small bag

Standing at the end of the road, looking at this land

It has a deep smile on the bottom of his eyes.

Step by step, wildflowers dance in the wind, a yellow leaf is falling behind it.

In the serenity, there is a shallow joy

Far from seeing that busy back

Little duck stepping up on the neck

Wobbled to the back of him

Shouting! There is a voice in the silence, the ducks miss you and miss you.

He patted his head with a smile and pointed to the small pool in front of the house.

Little ducks like the most anticipated lotus pond

It is excited to swim in the pool to play in the sunshine at the turn of the summer and autumn.

He looks at it from time to time like a gentle sun.

It’s like every second before they are together

Little duck sitting on a small grassy slope looking at the busy figure

I can’t make a sound if I want to say it.

The breeze licks the hair and the heart is clear like the sky.

Sleeping in this tranquility

Who can explain the matter?

The little ducks in the sunset will have to travel far away.

How to use your eyes to say goodbye to the casual back

It will go quiet and firm

I believe that there is such a summer that it can follow him again.

The wind blows away the footprints

Little duck casts a small shadow

Flower shadow swaying in the hug

Don't let time wipe out the little ducks in the distance

Where are you from?