A grain of dust prose poem forgotten by the season

a

a mote forgotten by the season

floats and sinks in the air

is driven away by freshness

The wind blows lightly, and the rain settles

It's just a mote

but it's also

the craving that one can chew one's teeth is remembered again, even if it's

the moment when it is swept away

That. I was

mischievously involved in your dream

You seemed to have taken medicine

slept soundly

didn't realize my existence at all

You, a delicate girl, couldn't stand a little chill

I was soaked to the skin

from head to toe

, but didn't dare

fight a cold war

. Breaking into your

screen window that has been closed for years

Your mind is so deep

You have no time to take care of my rudeness and rudeness

Your noble Leng Yan

dare not expect anything, and I don't seem to have the right

Even if I look at you more

, I can't hide it! I hope that

in the light ink pad on the desk

you don't feel that the dripping tears

sink, have no top, and die

silently

-if possible!

four

a speck of dust that longs to be remembered

the fragrant soul that never dies after washing away the lead

the reluctant mind of the yellow leaves when they are flying

Perhaps, it will be hidden and buried in the snow forever

A speck of dust that was once

quiet and happy,

prosperous all my life.