Distant old times
Although as silent as death.
Now, when you close your eyes, it still ripples.
All of them, all of them
Turn into a mass of grass
Become a blade of grass again
Even if I die again
Still willing to make catkins.
A sad, cool and wandering meadow.
Willing to lie on the grass.
Picking grass floc
Those old days I can't bear to say goodbye to.
Recall that innocence
Still hobbling in closed eyes
Sweet memories of the past
She sent him away with a kiss and sent him far away.
As long as the grass is wadded, it is still pushed like a microwave oven.
No matter how sad you are.
Face the sky and cross your feet.
Day after day, standing upright in the wind
Even if I die again
Would rather be a blade of grass.
Lying on a thin grass
Go pick the grass.
Jin Liangzhi (193 1-) is a famous Korean poetess. The theme of "catkins or blades of grass" is the aftertaste of the past, which shows the unique delicate feelings of female poets.
Thoughts on Reading Grass Powder or Grass Leaf
A girl has a mirror in her hand.
And then passed by the light of memories.
Day after day
Thick dust accumulated on the dressing table.
Memory of the past
Deep understanding
Still sweet
It's still sour
Bitter or sweet
Grass leaves or grass flocs.
As beautiful as a dream.
Give us a delicate and real feeling.
Sadness that used to be like death made us feel bitter.
It used to be like sticking to faith and making us as strong as iron.
Those stormy years are recorded in the chapters of our lives.
Like a hymn, like a light gathered in the darkness.