Touch the river I remember,
And you didn't tell me
If,
Tell me,
I won't go out looking for poetry.
I won't leave my body in the wild,
Let the soul lead,
Let the sun play all afternoon.
You see,
The sun is especially attached to my beads of sweat,
Sweat like jade,
This is its favorite.
I love the warm invisible hand of the sun.
Wind,
You are my friend,
The sun is also my friend.
You've come a long way,
I closed the door,
Are you in a hurry?
Or my disrespect?
Please let me know when you will come,
Don't think you are my friend,
You can touch my river of memory at will,
You can't leave messages on it.
Everyone,
There are many rivers in our life.
They all travel in different dimensions,
No company, no time and space,
Only loneliness is the best friend.
Every river is
A flower,
Open romantic colors and draw dazzling and wonderful pictures.
The river of memory,
Is a naughty boy,
Always escape from another dimension,
Under the wind,
Tell the secrets of one master after another.
Wind,
You are my friend,
You can't treat that naughty child like this.
You have to let me know,
I'll let you enjoy it.
Share flowers and tears.