From the moment of sailing, it is doomed to drift.
It goes further and further.
It can't go back to the beginning.
Sorrow is a dandelion seed.
Wherever it flies, it is her home.
It will stay forever.
Or
No matter how far away
or in my hometown
, the yearning for my loved ones
only increases
Keep silent
or wait in silence
for the next meeting
Worrying is a secret between you and me and < him > her
An unbreakable kinship
. P > Sweet, Happy and Sorrow Modern Poetry 2
Autumn is coming,
The withered flowers are also lonely,
They are also weeping in the branches.
There are many misunderstandings, and
there is no way to make up for them.
I can't tell whether it is really helpless,
or false detachment.
Just like the white chrysanthemum,
it's unknown,
it's better to hold incense on the branches than to be greedy for merit.
In the elegant and plain style,
few people smell your fragrance.
After the peak season,
the flowers are scattered,
leaving mottled traces of years on the figure.
However, at this moment,
fragrant fragrance,
unstoppable overflowing,
accompanied by the smell of clear water,
clarified everything in the past.
In the quiet fragrance,
I forgot the fleeting time of the years,
I forgot the red dye of the maple leaves because of my frustrated worries,
I lost my way because of my worries.