Play back modern poetry

It's windy.

Everything is presented in the simplest way.

Those rivers that flow in summer.

Remove running water

The mountains are getting thinner and thinner, and the fields are becoming empty.

Especially trees.

Shake off all the leaves

A thousand branches are like raising your hand.

But embrace the sky

I see them every day.

Carelessly replaying their past over and over again.

When spring comes, it is colorful and affectionate.

Passion and unrestrained in summer

Autumn. Heavy and steady.

Now I'm still in a hurry.

Shake the frost off your head.

When will it calm down?

Play back your past slowly.

Better have a cup of green tea.

No matter how luxurious, there is also rare sunshine.

Sit on a cane chair with a mop.

After starting to fly away like a bird.

Stop to comb your feathers and stroke them.

I am a farmer.

I am a bouncing child in the mountains.

I am very healthy.

But time is worse than running water.

Now people are not old, but temples cream.

Physical and mental fatigue and occasional illness

Who says time flies? Time flies.

Decades passed through the fingers.

Past scenes

Just like green tea.

The first taste is a little astringent, and then the aftertaste is long.

Those who have loved and hated

Never again

These five flavors can be used with wine.

Light a cigarette

And lit himself by the way.