Dreams are the front door.
Memory is the back door.
Missing is the brightest window at home.
Whether sitting or standing by the window.
Whether you look up or down at the window.
It's all about missing relatives.
Miss the person I love.
I sing the songs of the old year in the New Year.
I hope the notes can introduce that sunshine.
Warm every wall of the room.
Make some fragrant teas and wait.
Relatives returning from afar this winter
Talk about some household things around the fire.
I always worry that the good times will pass too fast.
In a hurry, from an unknown angle
Pull away quietly, and then
Time is no longer new.
This song is getting older and older.
There are tears in my eyes.
I like the snow falling on the windowsill at night.
The doorbell keeps ringing.
My relatives pushed through the door.
A gust of wind intensified the fire.
Turn my CD upside down.
Drink up my wine, too
Who else kissed my forehead?
So, the heart sings happily.
Missing distant relatives
Autumn chrysanthemum is in full bloom.
As bright as the stars in June.
I'm standing quietly tonight
Regression of colorful memory
What a dusk it is.
You stubbornly left without saying goodbye.
The rest is endless thoughts.
But I sent away my laughter.
The song of trauma in the rain is ethereal.
There is a bright moon in the distance.
I am full of sincere thinking.
Sincerely bless you.
The outside world is wonderful, isn't it?
I don't know when.
You will have a boat full of touching stories.
Back to yesterday's stream
Quietly, gently
Pick up a fallen leaf
Think of the past and obsession
Read poems that miss you.
Finally I cried.