Pass by fate
Learn to turn around in the green
Stand facing the lake
Stand like a weeping willow< /p>
You don’t want to replace any of them
Keep enough distance from them
Just like keeping enough distance from spring
With fate Keep enough distance
Let your figure be seen in the weeping willows
And your figure is only the lake water
You cannot control the degree to which the lake water is dyed green by the weeping willows< /p>
Just like you can’t grasp the lush green mountains
When will spring be carried away
All of this
You can only pretend Enter the luggage behind your back
And the moment the luggage is unloaded
you can only watch
Ask what fate is in the world
The lonely goshawk spreads its wings in the country
Asking what fate is in the world
The fragrant snow will always come unexpectedly every year
Kidnapping the seasons outside of fate
One trap after another is taken away by the goshawk
There will still be more fragrant snow taking root in the ground
You can dig it out but you can’t throw it away
Like the shadows of mountains and trees
When there is no sun and moon
You don’t know where they are hiding
You don’t know it in your sleep Becoming an accomplice of the shadow
When an unexpected raindrop
accidentally wakes up the bugs in the ground
They will stop Neighing
Like a steam whistle
Urging you to rush to the next fateful meeting
Write the fate on the bottle
Put the fate The person written on the wine bottle
Must hope that fate can penetrate into the wine
I hope that the wine can drink into your body
In your body Staying and blooming
Once the rivers and lakes of fate expand, the spring of fate
Those eager flowers
will soon change the original intention of fate
Let the bloody and romantic years burn in alcohol
I wonder how long I have to wait for the apricot yellow flag to fly on the wine bottle
before I can wait for the shepherd boy in Xinghua Village
Play a song for you
The symphony of crickets in the old house in my hometown
◎How empty the fate is
The Buddha is sitting on the mountain and I am standing at the foot of the mountain
< p>The Buddha smiles at me and I smile at all living beingsThere are only dozens of steps between me and the Buddha
But it seems that we are separated by several lives
Besides The murals record the past life
There are all living beings and my shadow
It forms a whirlpool
I pounce in like a moth
Fortunately, it was removed by the Buddha in time
Hanging on a pillar standing next to the steps
Pointing to the sky in a spiral shape
The sky is so high< /p>
How empty the fate will be
Drink up the fate
What is left in this cup
Is it a red rising sun or a bloody dusk< /p>
You can really drink it all in one gulp
Do you know that if you drink all your fate
you will no longer be able to hear the waves rushing in the cup
< p> The waves can be silentThat is the tolerance of life to you
These ancient experiences
can change the direction of a poem
Perhaps you can give the next poem you write
to the little south wind in summer
to the ants and bugs
And that A tilted wine glass
Just a rootless duckweed
Dependent origin and end are all in one thought of yours
One thought reaches above the colorful clouds
< p> A thought can awaken the season