There is a maple on the water in Zhanjiang, which looks thousands of miles away and hurts my heart.
Qingfengpu was heartbroken.
The color of maple (prose poem)
● Dou Guorui
A ray of sunshine is like water, and maple trees are beside the clear path. Who weaved this veil with the red clouds in the early morning of the military camp and the white clouds in the early morning of late autumn?
Pure, maple leaf color, delicate and transparent heart, listen, the leaves and autumn wind sing, the spotless heart is like a mirror, and the homesickness of a gentle wanderer is like a song, telling the sincerity of love.
Harsh, maple leaf color, appreciate the tempering of years, the beating of frost is as firm as iron, weathered the stormy waves of life, calmly as a rock, and jumped to the bright red height of the peak. Frosted sideburns, precipitated, mature life.
Warm, maple leaf color, flashing dazzling joy, reflecting the dazzling sunshine of a beautiful day, touching every bark with warm kisses, calling for all life and distant gilded fields, full of red orchards, illuminating the golden autumn.
Warm, maple leaf color, like a burning flame, embodies passion and rises with confidence. Expectation, the pursuit of beauty from this romance, expectation, shine in amazing eyes.
Soak in the color of maple, concentrate loyalty, tenacity, optimism and persistence, and render a beautiful picture of life with lofty sentiments.