The night tears the day
into
piece by piece
The dream cuts reality
into
Piece by piece
When the fragments of life
are connected at 365 degrees
they circle out of the tree of life
A circle of annual rings
As the annual rings of time
Rolling from infancy to old age
Before you know it
The tree has Towering
Wake up the soul with poetry every morning.
Use the present and the past to express your feelings and put them into a poetic and painterly environment.
The water chases summer birds to the crest of the waves, and Yang Yi dances in the spring breeze on the bank of the mountain.
The essence of poetry is discovery. The poet should always be like a baby, opening his curious eyes to see the world around him and discover the new beauty of the world.
——Lin Geng