The journey is not over yet
The journey is not over yet, but I found that my energy was exhausted, the water bag was dry and cracked, and the dry food was exhausted.
In this vast desert, where can I find supplies? The starry sky in the desert is so clear, and the North Star is silently guiding me. But I can no longer move forward.
There is no one around in the wild, but I don’t want to bury my life in the sorrow of a loser.
Using the crescent moon as a hook, I want to catch a star in the flowing river of stars. Hungry is like gluttony, wrapping the stars in the dark night, opening its mouth and eating.
I swallowed this mouthful too quickly. I raised my head and drank the Milky Way.
Wipe away the debris of stars from your mouth. The weak sun was climbing up from the opposite side of the sand dune, and kicked it down.
The North Star appears again, walking on the sun’s golden hair scattered all over the ground, the journey will eventually end
This is what I wrote when I was bored, and I should give it a reference, because I also Don’t understand poetry