It's raining, three o'clock.
In late autumn in the south, a young girl likes to run to me politely.
Disappointed again
The bouquet fell in her arms. Who is she waiting for?
The platform is empty.
The lights are brightly lit and the train moves slowly.
On an orange halo night
The white scarf sparkles ... without a colorful wall chart, but without lines.
A pure but unsolvable algebra
A dulcimer, plucking the rain beads on the eaves.
A pair of oars that can't reach the other shore
Bud usually waits in silence.
Sunset is usually far away.
Maybe there is an ocean hidden.
But all I shed was two tears.
Ah, in the vision of the heart
in one's soul of souls
Dreaming with a lily I know.
(Petals fall on the windowsill)
-Cause my confusion seems to blow in my ear.
(face deeply buried in hand)
-Even simple etudes make me hold my breath.
(Mom's hand, the wind outside the window)
Well, I can finally cry again and ignore the details.
Have a new understanding of the Enlightenment.
It's back, my passion.
-Poetry in Fragments
history museum
-can a person's life be like a museum?
one
At first, there was only the mountain and the moon.
And caves in the memory of extreme cold and darkness
Then you came to me with a smile.
On a cool morning, the clouds dispersed.
Since I should go along this road to see you
Please let's settle in a place with abundant water and grass.
I will learn to use Oracle Bone Inscriptions to foretell bad luck.
And burn love and faith in it
In painted pottery painted with water patterns and moire patterns
All the stories at that time
It all started with a fragrant river.
Thousands of hibiscus flowers crossed the river.
Poetry is simple, and the heart is simple.
two
Seasonal variation of the rapid flight of geese and birds
I slowly looked south along the river.
There are woodcarving Guanyin round hands.
There is also a beautifully carved one.
The smiling lips of stone buddhas in Sui Dynasty
The shattered flying sky gradually appeared.
The dearest and most familiar outline in my heart
In the huge cold grottoes
I am a humble and uncomplaining craftsman.
Repeated descriptions from generation to generation
three
But what went wrong?
Why in the thousand generations of reincarnation
I always miss the moment of hope.
I did it for you before the sandstorm came.
A clue that was once deeply buried.
Why after the sandstorm?
There are always some important details that you missed.
It's hard to go home on a moonlit night.
Pour you a glass of wine with tears in your eyes
Then play the pipa to urge you to get on the horse.
At that time, the world used to be rich in water and grass.
Has entered the myth, only
Wan Li withered red willow and poplar yellow sand
four
As if walking back and forth
There is always a tide calling in the dark.
My chest is full of unsolvable tenderness.
Endless spring days embroidered with colored silk thread
The farther away, the thicker the clouds are.
My mottled heart
Walking slowly between legend and legend
five
Meet you again in this life
You are outside the cupboard, and I am already inside the cupboard.
Separated by a cold glass.
I am eagerly waiting for your arrival.
You seem to hear some voices in the mistake.
Of course, you can't believe it.
All the silk, all the silk.
All three colors and clay sculptures
All the carvings in this cabinet.
It is all my love for you.
I've been robbed a thousand times, an immortal soul.
six
In the twilight, you turn and drift away.
The corridor is silent, and the gods are silent.
I finally turned stone into stone, just like in my last life.
There are ten million hibiscus flowers in Qian Qian outside the gallery.
Gently open in the water
Light purple soft powder
And snow white.
Like anonymous Song paintings.
As time goes on, it will gradually disappear.
attract
I finally know.
In the autumn when the leaves are about to fall.
Finally know what is called
attract
Always maintain a beautiful posture.
Appear where I least expect it.
transient
Yes, that is unacceptable.
An irresistible fate
Either way.
Will make me cry.
Let me on the day when the leaves finally fall
Deeply regret