From Your World

​The sun is bright

The wind is ​gently blowing

There are many trees growing here

Like a baby growing in the womb

Sometimes we need to remember our hobbies

And others we need to remember our passions

Life is short and fleeting

Yet we are like the world

Always turning, each night bringing forth a new tomorrow

Full of life, full of love

Keep turning, little world of mine

Yongjing

^The Article of Nature^