The old tree in front of the door

Hello, the grass is forming its seeds, the wind is shaking its leaves, we are very beautiful just standing without talking. This is from "In Front of the Door" by Gu Cheng. The full poem is as follows:

How I wish there was a doorway

In the morning, the sun shines on the grass

We stood

Holding on to our own doors and windows

The door is low, but the sun is bright

The grass is bearing its seeds

The wind is shaking its leaves

We stand and say nothing< /p>

It is very beautiful

There is a door, no need to open it

It is ours, it is very beautiful

In the morning, we still have to wander in the dark< /p>

We gave him the lyre

We are not leaving

We need land

We need land that will never be destroyed

We ride it

through life

The land is rough and sometimes narrow

However, it has a history

Have a share of sky, a share of moon

A share of dew and morning

We love the land

We stand

with wooden shoes Digging in the dirt

The door is also hot from the sun

We lean on it gently, it is very beautiful

The grass behind the wall

No It has grown up again

It only touched the sunlight with its fingertips