Huang is unconscious, speechless, suitable for silent sitting, watching the sunset and the waves... The sand on Waikiki Beach is artificially paved, as if it was shipped from California, maybe Los Angeles. But the sunset of Waikiki Beach is like flowers, and the coconut trees always remind me of the poems I wrote in my youth, including the sentence "Coconut fruit is countless from long hair"; Later, a heavy metaphor was written in the "Autumn Memory" group poem, and the other was secluded, and it was changed to the last half of a poem: And you are not wrapped in my life's octaves, whether you spit lotus flowers, honey juice, belly hide fishing and killing home, referring to the iron sword of tenderness, long hair coconut fruit, fragrant cherry blossoms