A table modern poetry

Long time

In December, the breeze is not there, we

Hide in the house to escape the cold air and wind

Floating The aroma of tea, coffee, and

the busyness of that space

Sometimes comfortable, sometimes nervous

I observed various sounds such as breathing, walking, closing the door, etc.

They all carry the unique rhythm of life

The refraction of the sun cares for all the people around us

Go forward step by step, wearing a halo

Sometimes

It is really difficult for us to understand

From this life to the so-called life

What should we do? What do we want to do?

It’s been a long time.

We are so busy that we forget to think.

So our lives have a route.

Others As arranged for us, we just need to move forward step by step

Forced by life

, we persisted from January to December

You only need a table

You can work

You can make money

In addition, you can also lie down on it and be in a daze

Sleep on it

Even have a small chat

The time is there

The work is there

< p>Your people are also there

Just because there is a table there

In December, I was in Jiangnan

It didn’t snow here

I can’t see the ripples of snowflakes blowing in the wind

The photos from my hometown when the temperature dropped a few days ago

Reminds me of when it snowed at night when I was young

Standing on the top of the building and overlooking the entire hometown being slowly covered with snow

Enjoying the snowflakes falling on your cheeks

The cold and silent tranquility

< p>Now, there is no snow, and we can’t go back to our youth

There is only one table

Occasionally, there is a burst of tea fragrance

With busyness, but also with Memories