Chapter 515: 788 chapters, written for my own birthday

788 chapters, written for my own birthday

788 chapters, written for my own birthday

When the hundred flowers bloom in decline

The cricket chirps softly in the cold

July in the fields, August under the eaves

September at the door

In October, the cricket crawls under my bed

Okay, October thirteenth

Me and the cricket

We meet right under the bed

Therefore, my fate

And this tiny insect

Tightly connected

We are all amidst wind, frost, rain, and snow

Accepting time's tempering

Using my own humble words

And the earth and the surroundings

Those little grasses converse

Simple **, simple dream

Simple expression, simple chant

In the colorful world

All our efforts

Often because of our smallness

And be overlooked

Frost's Descent, Cold Dew, Winter Solstice

Summer Solstice, Autumn Wind, Beginning of Spring

Years revolve

East wind at the small tower

Wind and rain blew off the petals

It also changed my appearance

Dense mountains, gloomy

Years fly by

Passing through the tunnel of time

Suddenly looking back

Who will stand by me?

This winter's harsh cold?

Homeland, distant and vague

Zhu Xuan has been cut off

Clear-eyed fine wine

The boat returning from ten thousand miles

Short song, faint hum

This heart

Still allied with the cricket

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