It seems to be falling apart.
Monotonous station departure
Looking at your back that you dare not look back.
The eyes are raining.
Are they angel feathers?
Fall on your head
That angel is too naughty.
Unbearable time
You said I had grown up.
But I can't see the ruthless years.
Draw wrinkles on your face.
sweat
The skin color is the same as that of the land.
Snow-white flowers across from Shan Ye.
Have you noticed?
There is a sky here.
You must be tired.
Fortunately, I am taller than you.
touch the sky
It's much heavier than I thought.
Grit your teeth and smile.
Your shoulder
No longer lonely.
I am at the station.
Raise your head.
Don't let the tears flow out.
Fog, wind, rain
It's foggy
People who have recently left
too much
All the thoughts are gathered in a fog.
The wind has gone.
Do you feel it?
Blow away the dark clouds
touch your face
Reluctant attachment
Fallen leaves dance alone in the wind.
Add a winter coat to the earth.
Clouds can't carry it.
The wind can't blow away.
Too many thoughts turn into raindrops.
It is raining.
Can I go to your heart to hide from the rain?
The distance between two stops of modern poetry and how many times have you crossed that track?
The sound of the train has drifted very close.
On the bench with green slate, maybe it is sitting.
Say goodbye to the person you love.
Grandparents are going to take a careful trip.
The son is waiting to visit his father.
all
All at this old station.
More and more.
My pen and words can't express my thoughts.
A few days later.
The beep drifted back to the old station.
The air of suspended particles is full of emotion.
perhaps
The girls hiding from the rain under the eaves are all looking at happiness when they see the boys coming and hugging each other.
The old man who returned from a wonderful journey has no regrets in this life and is perfect together.
Father stepped on the back of the car.
My son's tears are not only sentimental, but also the courage to firmly believe.
The old station witnessed the departure and return.
More years, spring, summer, autumn and winter, heavy rain and snow alternate.
After all, it has become more and more yellow and vicissitudes.
How many times has the towering phoenix tree witnessed such a scene?
The bird on the branch once again witnessed the new remake.
This is a new leading role.
The same story remains unchanged.
No matter what kind of script it is
It is the years that make up this old station.
How deep is the memory in the wandering years.
Li's home has been plastered with white stripes that people want.
Just because she has a desirable name.
It's called Happiness Station.