Modern Poetry

I want to see you.

Like longing for spring.

At that time, the sun was shining and flowers were everywhere.

You see

This golden thing

Your favorite rape flower is waving to me.

I approached them and said nothing.

A gust of wind in Xu Lai made me blush.

It turns around and floats in the direction where you live.

Through mountains, rivers and forests.

I know it will reach your window soon.

I want to see you.

The wind is coming, and spring is coming!