Lyrics of trees in early spring by Chen Hongyu

Arm bend to make clothes hanger

Shaking in front of the court

The waist pole makes the bench

You can lean on it

Or lie down and read

Make a necklace out of your ears

Locked in an iron box by you

Eyes and brows make a window

How often are you there

Gazing in silence

And my life experience, already early spring

Abandoned in a desert, you pass me

The meaning of half a life, such a choice

After the bone is dried in the sun, it can make a fire

Make a bed on your back

Eavesdropping on your babbling

Hair curtain

Fold into

The shadow of late autumn

Put up a mirror with your feet

How are you doing in the morning

Make the display with your fingers

The palm pattern is exquisite

No grinding required

After the rainy season, I spit new shoots in front of the gate

In the middle of winter, the smoke from the fireplace is mine

The branches extend to the lake beyond

The bird started and shook off the leaves