Poetry 1: Winter
winter
originally
This is a pair of nylon trousers.
then
This is a warm.
then
This is a pair of my father's.
Chronic rheumatism of the leg
afterwards
It's mom.
Hand-sewn.
Xin Hua Hua mian ku
Poetry 2: Winter
On the dam, winter is longer.
Snowflakes are commonplace.
This is a daily - happened thing.
Poplar, so brave
The colder the weather, the easier it is for green clothes to fade.
Grass, this naughty egg
Drill a hole under the soil.
hibernation
Snow is a filler, and quilts are like cotton.
A thick layer
It's warm.
Dreaming and snoring.
Many dreams come true in spring.
At that time, you will see
Flowers bloom, buds sprout, bees bloom and butterflies fly.
Poetry 3: Winter
Sitting alone in front of the small window, pear blossoms dance.
Vague mountain cage yarn, looming when the peaks are overlapping.
The cold wind blows over the mountains and valleys, and the cold birds are hard to eat.
Dead trees are wrapped in silver, and flowing water is full of strings.
Poetry 4: fallen leaves in winter
One morning.
Drive through the first ring road
This first ring road
Tall buttonwood trees on both sides
The leaves fell all the way.
Overtake the vehicle in front
Roll it up and fly all the way.
The way these fallen leaves turn around.
It's like life struggles again and again.
In fact, these leaves have died forever.
Even if it is rolled up by a gust of wind.
Even if it is crushed thousands of times.
They no longer feel pain.
I won't wake up
They don't have to wake up.
A kind of collective death
No protocol required.
Not to mention the declaration.
I don't know
Before they fall off the branches.
Have you ever experienced:
A painful period
A tragic feeling
Some tears
A feeling of sadness
But one thing is certain.
These fallen leaves
Let my heart
From then on, no longer calm.