The sun, the moon and me

 (1)

When the sun once again stands on the branches of the years

The days of being embraced are squeezed into one scene

The wind cuts through the sky with shadows

The figure of the hoe flies out of the eaves with the swallows

The time is quiet and beautiful, the steps are graceful

The memory is awakened by every day

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Wind, time, or a dove

Like settling wheat

The empty fields salvage the traces of time

Dark Under the setting sun

A back figure is bent by the setting sun

Read all the desolation and prosperity

But I have never forgotten your appearance< /p>

And you are waiting for me

In Yi Chengfeng

Every tiny cell is awakened

The broken straw hat in the corner

The suffocating smell of dry smoke

The blue hat that tells the story of annual rings

On a fixed day

The boat stopped at a ferry

The days are squeezed into the thickness of a book

Dense thoughts float up

(2)

A cloud

The ripples of tears look so much like you

The heart is hollowed out

Gathering all the sunshine

Chewing

At this time, I was speechless

The grinning hands

The curled body

The last gaze left in the world

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Or maybe it's the running water on the roadside

I miss you so much

In fact, I shouldn't be like this

There is a Sanskrit sound between heaven and earth< /p>

Time will sew everything

What the wind blows down, it wakes up again

The flowers in the fence bloom

(3)

I will be reborn in the days when I leave you

For example, a new pronoun

For example, at the end of a road

Another example is if everything is replaced by one word

It will also take root

Encounters and partings are inevitable

Times, annual rings, the vicissitudes of the heart

Let Xu Huaer be born like the sunshine

The earth will not moan and thrive

The willows on the other side are green

Any trace requires a process< /p>

Time will always mottle its past

Winter has passed, can spring be far behind?

When the wind arranges the last snow lotus

The warm current of time flows through the fingertips of the grass

The ice in the river melts

Editor's comment:

Love in the youthful age has a hazy beauty that always makes people recall it. Through the technique of line drawing, the author describes the shadow of a sincere and hard-working person with a straw hat and a cigarette bag, and expresses it delicately and vividly. The "meaning" in the article is written in an emotional way in the form of poetry. A cloud's attitude towards feelings, "causing ripples of tears", made her miss her a little. When "missing becomes a disease" is actually an infatuated person who is very persistent in love, then he understands that time will sew everything together. "I" finally let go and realized some of the true meaning of life. "In fact, those people who have passed through our memories, no matter whether they left us happiness or pain, are equally precious. Because it is they who have enriched our lives and enriched our memories." The author's writing style Beautiful and skillful, I appreciate it very much. Thank you for your submission, and I look forward to more great works.