What are the themes of self-written poems?

1, your journey

-written in the third year after grandpa left today, as a memorial to relatives.

This is by no means a trip.

Lonely stone

A melancholy wind

A crying crowd

Dim lamp

Your departure

The cold of the world

In my sweaty dreams

Waves of pain ...

Polygonum multiflorum planted by you

Crazy:

Walk into the yard

Eyeful vines;

The roof in September

Still dull pain;

About the black and white on your wall

As high as the clouds in the sky

I looked at the clouds.

I seem to see your soul.

slip ...

Slipped away—

Large paddy fields

Rows of roofs, I don't know what month it is.

A herd of moving horses.

A path crossed by a dragon and a snake.

……

Can I imagine this:

You sit there.

Listen to Sakyamuni's lecture.

Buddha's light shines on your eternal peace

Santu River, under Naihe Bridge.

Red manzhu sand flower

I did my best for you.

Beautiful scenery ...

Step 2 set out

We set out together

Embrace the dream

Eye contact. Happy.

The eyebrows are shining with cold light.

Where did it come from?

Where are you going?

not say/utter a word

Frost will stick to your feet.

Bright jade powder

The last sip of warm wine.

Push over.

Pass it on.

It's getting light.

Dark clouds are approaching the sky.

Smoke rose into the air.

Sunlight escape

now

Why is it so quiet?

We are together.

Smile to comfort the left and right

Dispel fog barrier

Sing loudly

Roses and lilies will bloom again.

This gift and gift

We * * * enjoy

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When one day everything comes back.

Can I go back to my youth?

Like a naughty time traveler

Go to space travel

There are still a few light years to walk slowly.

Standing by the river for years.

Let water soak your body.

Just like I used to be an aquatic animal.

Buried in the sea of books

Temporarily wandering between words

Treat all selfish people rationally.

I feel like every minute is spent.

So beautiful

4. Chaos

Sometimes I sleep very lightly,

Just because I heard the sigh of death and rebirth in the change of that season;

Sometimes I can't sleep,

Just because of the disillusionment of human nature, I smell the variation of cold and warm.

In this change of nature and the world,

Who played the orderly melody in the chaos?

Don't panic, don't mess.

Suddenly,

Eyes drooping,

Tears are hard to hide,

I can't help myself,

For the reincarnation of this life, life and death.

Sadness, sadness and happiness.

5. Far away

Lights, neon lights, traffic.

Day and night, year after year.

Through the city

Maybe it's a street

People passing by

from afar

Unknown town

You saw him.

Without looking at him.

Passing by in an instant.

It seems that you can smell the ancient town in the distance.

early morning

Quiet dewdrop fragrance

Or under the blue sky

Cotton white sheep

Not far away, the shepherd sang loudly.

Seems to be able to cut through the shadow under the inner curtain.

done

Rub shoulders

It's like a long journey.

You can feel the distant breath.

faraway place

Not just where strangers live.

It is also the home of peace of mind.

It is hope.