Brother, I’m here
Author: Shu Ting
The night is as cool as the late tide
The waves rise up one level at a time. The stone steps
invade your heart
You sit on the threshold
The dark hut opens its mouth
crouching behind you< /p>
The locust tree shakes down its fallen leaves like flying birds
On the moon-white waves
Little gold coins float
You originally belonged to the sun< /p>
Belong to grasslands, embankments, and black gem eyes
You belong to blizzards
Belong to roads, torches, and supporting hands
You You are a warrior
Your life is sonorous
Like a bell, it shakes the shadow from the heart
The wind is avoiding at an unfamiliar pace
< p>They don’t want to believeYou are still worried
But, brother
I am here
I came from missing you
Book stand, bench, apple core
Flicker warmly in your memory
Leave smiles and lamps
Leave lightness Rhythm
Leaving
Along the squares of the manuscript
As long as there is wind at night
The wind changes the direction of thoughts< /p>
As long as your French horn suddenly goes silent
Asking for harmony
I will come back
Speak calmly beside your shoulder
p>
Brother, I’m here