Poetry describing the back

1, figure

Author: Wang Guozhen

Come back,

It's always simple,

Simple,

This is a kind of scenery.

Come back,

Forever young,

Young,

This is a kind of clarity.

Come back,

Always reserved,

Implicit,

This is a kind of charm.

Come back,

Always lonely,

Lonely zero,

More memorable.

2. When the fog rises

Author: Xi Murong

I was in your arms when the fog started.

This forest is full of moist fragrance,

Full of youthful times that are constantly reappearing.

When the fog cleared,

But it's been a lifetime,

Mountains and lakes are quiet,

However, among thousands of people,

I will never get my back wrong.

3. Tian Geng

Author: Gu Cheng

Is the road so narrow?

Just a ridge.

Crowded and silent alfalfa,

No walking side by side.

If you come with me,

Will count my footprints;

If I go with you,

I'll watch your back.

4. This afternoon

Author: Du Muye

this afternoon

A group of words poured in, but I had nowhere to write.

Autumn continues to be red and yellow on the hillside.

The morning glory on the courtyard wall is still in full bloom,

A bowl of blue and white porcelain,

A figure floated past my eyes,

A farmer in a thin coat and a single shirt,

The woman who just said goodbye to me gently.

This woman I call my sister,

She lost her husband three months ago,

She came to tell me today that she wanted to go out,

I want to go to the city where my husband works.

But seven-year-old daughter Dandan,

I haven't decided who to entrust it to,

I want to wave when I leave, but I can't.

I can't lift my arms! Want to say a few words of comfort,

I just opened my mouth and couldn't make a sound.

Looking at her tears,

Listen, she's been talking all afternoon,

Her sad, helpless, pathetic expression,

Stroll in the autumn wind ...

This afternoon-

This afternoon, a group of words poured in.

-But I have nowhere to write.

5. Under the window

Author: love

When the evening after the rain decorates the windows,

I detected the depth of the distant mountain from here,

Breathe into the window pane,

Draw a long path with your fingers,

At the end of this road,

A back,

Someone took shelter from the rain.