raindrop-dotted alleys
A locust tree
slowly expresses its fragrance
The melancholy that falls on the water
turns into a shining look in the fog
The frequency of heartbeat
undulates with the round ripples
A backpack of good mood
dissolves in the raindrops. > the end of life is swaying
-calling me
to set foot on the rusted clogs
to look for the wings of angels at the end of Hongqiao
to be wet and eager to fly
to touch the other end of rainy days
to be half blank and half bright.