In which direction the wind blows, the grass falls. When I was young, I used to think I was the wind. But in the end, I was black and blue, and I realized that we are all grass.
-"Monga"
Everything we talk about is an island, living in secret in sudden loneliness. I give those scattered delicacies to mountains and rivers and weave them to the sun and the moon, just to slide smoothly through spring, summer, autumn and winter.
When it rains, I will get used to holding an umbrella in the misty rain and muddy with people, looking at the street lamps shrouded in fog. My heart has become a soft couch, and the boat of life has been flooded by rain. I tasted the bitterness and staggering absurdity of filtering silence and walked into the dark tide of being lucky by a piece of green.
I am also deeply eager to be saved, stinging those sleeping parts of my body. However, when I saw the anxiety on the faces of the subway people who flew by, the rain splashed everywhere by cars on rainy days, and the noisy machines circulating in the sultry heat, I felt that everyone was trying their best to protect themselves, and no one could have extra strength to save anyone.
The rivers and seas are boundless, the milky way is impassable, and the dead don't come, but like you, you can't love. At this time, the noise lost its color, the turbulent sea was razed to the ground, there were no flowers and plants around, and all species withered. I am the only one dying, hanging my head and falling snow.
Don't follow the trend, you can stand on the dust. There is a deep sea in my heart, there are flashes on the sea, there are blue whales in the sea, and there is a distant and close island that can be seen day and night.
-Sandalwood
Where I fall, another person will stand up. The wind is on my shoulder, and the twinkling stars are in the wind. -North Island
The beginning of the sea of clouds/wind direction
The rosy sun rose to the surface.
The rosy sun surfaced.
Light it from the darkest place
Pure and natural
The light fell asleep in the dream.
The stars became pigeons.
Soaring in the blue sky
The window is full of sunshine.
Reflect a glimmer of hope.
That was the phone call in March.
Life is not the enemy.
Life is not pain and pity.
A little insight is also the source of life.
"floating life" poem
Text/sadness
one
The long river of time flows quietly.
The gurgling river is crystal clear.
The light of life crosses the river from bottom to top.
Colorful brilliance shines in each other's eyes.
Those who are deeper.
Hard rocks and dust in fate
Downward, the irresistible fate of our lives.
A beating heart never gives up.
Time and time again, leap to a higher destiny.
two
The fading years will never disappear.
They are hidden in our bodies.
One by one, quietly
Climb everyone's face
Gradually drifting away, youth passed away in a hurry.
Go through the bumpy road of fate
Looking back suddenly, we saw the sunset.
Burning heartily in the autumn wind, and falling quietly.
As soon as the ashes fall, a string of fate tightens.
Then I let go and fell into countless windows.
Lighthouses of human love, one by one.
three
Please allow me to love all the year round.
Please allow me to love, not a cloud and a gust of wind.
Please allow me to replace an extended road, a strange land, or
It is a smoke that flies quietly to love.
Please allow me to be like a bird when I am lonely.
Flying alone in the sky, like an arrow.
Into the deep green embrace of the earth.
Please allow me to borrow a ray of light or a drop of water to love.
Please allow me to love the village facing the loess.
Please allow me to love green leaves and yellow leaves.
Please allow me to love the twilight and the dawn.
The local accent in the deep throat is hidden, please allow me.
Hide your beloved hometown in the deepest part of your ribs.
My dear relatives are gone.
Please allow loess to replace my deep love.
Next to me, please allow me to take out the deep bones.
Fire and light, all for you.
four
Street lamps at night are always mottled streets.
Hold up a warm sky
Vehicles are driving, neon lights are flashing and pedestrians are leisurely.
It depicts the beauty of the world.
I walk alone.
Dimming street lamps from different angles
Touch someone's heart
Tall or short, fat or thin.
Or thin long curly hair.
It depicts different characters, familiar strangers.
Is it the loneliness everywhere in life?
Every time you point a compliment, I will have another flower in my heart.
Author | Poetry | At the Beginning of the Wind/Zimmer (the opening sentence comes from monga/Tanya/ North Island, thanks to the excellent works of American literature) Figure | I am Shen Yan (a poem and a text authorized to write a dynamic picture from a pile of sugar).