There's a Wasp's Home In Town

The roof upstairs opened the doors and Windows. There is a square frame in the distance. A brick is not masonry, even if masonry Sunlight can still be locked indoors It's like identifying a face, in some flowers The guide showed a warm face. A wasp used to live on a branch It's like getting lost in the wilderness In an endless city It's a great place and a lot of fun. Opposite the building, there was a lucky river In the mirror, reflections of the fish scales Shining with light,the only hive is a tender home It is full of life and vitality. I saw a group of wasps flying together to the roof.