Modern travel poems

First of all, on the way

Ordinary and simple

Like a straight asphalt road.

You're always on the side.

Dull and monotonous

Like dust splashed by the roadside

Always smooth and slow.

Populus tomentosa, Fraxinus mandshurica and weeping willow

Where is it?

You never remember

Just look at the farthest end.

With fallen leaves and light

Stop for a while.

Early morning, dusk and late night

You show your white teeth.

In the middle of the road

Ginkgo biloba on both sides.

Watching you quietly

Their image is always so thin

Make people love.

Second, in a dream

You split your night in half.

Half-dyed on canvas.

This is a beautiful ink color.

Half eyes.

Precipitation color

You divide the seasons into two colors.

blue

fly

black

listen to

You divide your life into three days.

Crying on the first day

Roar the next day

Silence on the third day

Third, in the distance.

The blind man said:

I don't have a light.

But it needs warmth.

I have no direction.

But I still have to run

You hold back the pain

Through the whole forest

come here

Wind and lamp

not have a stitch on

The night sky here

A starry night sky

You're ashamed.

So you chase the stars.

Go to idolize with your life.