Looking for a home in a floating dream, the yellow volume is uneven.
Hello, landlord, this is a quatrain. Although written by contemporary people, the wording and rhyme are very good. Chen is a modern poet, and I don't know much about him. Just like the title "Untitled", it seems that there is no meaning to express, but I can still feel some feelings after careful taste. The general idea is:
In the autumn evening, the mansion is still lonely and clean. The traffic and pedestrians outside the window continue, and the noise and noise continue.
People in the world, constantly running around, looking for a dream place to live. Only I am accompanied by the dim light, holding the yellow old picture scroll, thinking and sighing by myself.
Note: Seeing that most people in the world are tired and busy, the author feels very helpless. It should be to find a place like them and live a quiet life. Or should I show my ideal and work hard for it? In this respect, it also means looking forward to showing your talents.