Quiet wind
The still trees are motionless. ...
A person's tilted shadow
Carrying a dim street lamp
Skim across an empty street.
On the Changes of Life
Lonely shadow, stumbling
Float forward ...
No.3 bus
Always stay close to a lamp.
Light and warmth
A car climbs and runs hard.
Keep the streets tidy.
Be snubbed
Through the dim glass window
I see more street lamps flashing.
Like a bright river.
Shine, linger, persist
Go to the front of the three-way window
Like countless lights of hope
Just like life, you have to stick to it.
There will be more.
More magnificent scenery
afternoon
They are all very quiet:
bright blue sky
Half-opened broken windows
The big tree standing outside the window.
Who raised autumn's arm?
Only they are moving:
Those hanging orange leaves
In the golden sunshine
Tremble slightly
Another gust of wind blew.
-What hit their hearts?
The softest and sweetest secret?
I guess the wind will talk.
On this quiet afternoon
I stood quietly like a big tree.
Didn't say anything.
pass away
Pale branches and yellow leaves
Can't even speak.
On this quiet night
A few sunsets slanted over.
A trace of warmth enveloped the branches.
You can't see the flaw.
Among these still intact skin, there are:
Persistence, lush years
And young people with unique blood.
What's gone will always be.
Dust is sealed in our hearts.
Just like this quiet night, penetrated by the golden sunset,
Not just trunks, branches and leaves.
Or everyone's quiet heart