Poetry describing the world

March is coming to an end, April is coming, and the breath of spring is getting stronger and stronger. In the face of the spring season, the ancients will also leave the feeling that "fireworks will descend in Yangzhou in March", and even have the thought of "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", which has both love for life and love for the spring rain to promote the growth of all things. This spring is very lonely, unlike the ancients who were able to "go down to Yangzhou". Even Chunjiang plumbing is a duck prophet, which coincides with the rise of poetry and the lonely leaning column and writes a modern prose poem. In the face of March and April, are there any other thoughts?

A person looks at the spring sky and sees that the spring rain is lonely, remembering that his heart is lonely and his back is lonely. This poem was written by Yun at the end of March this year, yesterday. Read it with you. The whole poem has four paragraphs and 24 lines, and it is called Mr. Lonely Zhou. This poem is as follows:

The world is rippling in March,

April's dream will not wake up on the earth,

Lonely Mr. Zhou is watching the clouds again.

There is light on the cloud,

There are shadows in the light,

Go to the shadows alone.

March wind blows April rain,

In the morning, the afterglow of the evening appeared.

Whose home do you think of in the distance?

Say your name,

Read my name,

Names.

Ripples stir up a thousand waves,

In my dream, I went to Wan Li.

It's dawn,

It's getting dark,

I woke up from a dream,

Loneliness.

The loneliness of the past has no past,

Mr. Zhou smiled again:

There is a spring breeze blowing head-on,

The world in March is full of flowers,

April on earth is warm and sunny,

Lonely Mr. Zhou is not alone.

I don't know how you feel after reading it. The whole poem is actually the process of the author's inner thinking, and it also has the shadow of ups and downs. Maybe someone, like me at this time, can understand the feelings. Any suggestions for improvement can be commented and accepted with an open mind.

When it comes to loneliness, no one can compare with Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude, which is profound, but it can also make people calmly think about the meaning of loneliness, the meaning of life, where it comes from and where to go. As a young man, a little loneliness is indescribable. Happiness is because of loneliness, unhappiness or loneliness. When teenagers grow up, they gradually understand the joys and sorrows, and gradually learn to accompany loneliness.

Loneliness can arise spontaneously in the hustle and bustle, or it can be the feeling that a person was born in spring in the empty moonlight. Some are indescribable. Seeing the world in March is full of flowers, and seeing the world in April is a beautiful life. Keep trying. What about loneliness? Who has never been a lonely guest? Laugh at the haste of spring, summer and autumn. (Text/Cloud and Fog)