Prose Poems on Bridges (1)
Bridges connect the two banks
You are here
I am there
The wind blows gently
The wicker flies
Several leaves fall off the buttonwood
The calm lake
. Do you
feel
the helplessness of fallen leaves over there
The fallen leaves fall into the water
Cry
The wind feels sorry
Let him drift to a farther distance
I wonder if you
feel
the fallen leaves over there, and he is far away from
I believe that at this time of next year
. He is not an ordinary
fallen leaf
on his deathbed
please remember
the veins are clear
prose poems about the bridge (2)
The bridge
is just a piece of wood
You are humble
and lonely
At high tide, it
soaked your whole body
Barefoot
I walked
On the other side, it was Yaoshan
Hula wind
You were swaying, swaying
But still. Decades
have made you suffer a lot
You are still lying quietly
that is, let me walk steadily
into Yaoshan
to find
a dream?
Prose Poems about Bridges (3)
It was a sunny day.
The sun was shining.
I was walking on the bridge of Wensan Road.
I looked at the river outside the bridge.
Someone was paddling a small wooden boat with two oars in the warm sunshine.
That feeling
I was moved for a moment.
It seemed to be back to
. P > It's like going back to my hometown when I was a child.
I watched the villagers
rowing small wooden boats with two oars
fishing in the Danjiang Lake.
I looked at the direction of my hometown.
I looked at those small wooden boats rowing with oars in the river.
If it weren't Xixi Wetland,
If it were the Danjiang Lake in my hometown!
I miss my hometown Nadan Jianghu
I miss my wife, children and parents in my hometown!
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