The last page of modern poetry

cold wind

It seems that he has never stopped plundering the earth.

It's just a few days of cooling.

Make it more unscrupulous.

More and more fierce

nearby

If you can see snow in your thoughts.

That must be the most beautiful encounter in life.

Waiting for the purity of the soul

The beautiful scenery that life yearns for.

There is always no chance.

Pure white snow hasn't come yet

But wait a minute.

A cold wind sharper than a knife

Straight to the bottom of my heart

The one parked on the windowsill

If only it snowed.

Clear and transparent

Pure and flawless

If it is.

High windowsills and roofs

Is your well-deserved foothold.

But at this time,

Never see the pure figure.

Only yellow dead leaves.

Stand at the window where it wants to go.

Be blown in an ostentatious manner by the cold wind

Shake the notes it wants to express.

The warm candlelight in the room

Swing in the wind occasionally

Don't blame it for sighing pitifully.

Only blame the cold wind for being too cunning

Hide one's intentions

Even the smallest gap.

You can also let it in through the door.

Let it flash in an instant

But it can eventually turn into peace.

Watching the candlelight blow by the wind.

The yellow number is satisfactory.

The cold wind rolled up and jumped to the next window.

Continue to repeat the unfinished melody

Until it feels enough.

The wind has stopped.

You can rest now.

Fly to the root of the tree

Raise one's voice to publicize

What I promoted along the way.

Than when flying in the cold wind

Looking forward to life more.

But don't forget to complain about the cruelty of the cold wind

The posture of thoughts swaying in the wind

Like white gas in the mouth.

Instantly ethereal

However, it has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Even if the candle doesn't know

However, the cold wind is clear.

Your kindness along the way

Just for exclusive use.

pathetic

The last leaf.