Lao Pi Poems: Watching the Sea (233)
Often, as soon as summer enters
I think of autumn
Maybe I have become accustomed to the vicissitudes of life
There is no need to squander the passionate passion of summer
They say the autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves
When I fall to the bottom
But I gained more joy
Just like it is now, seasons
are just an illusion of time
I listen to the sound of all things in my own vent Abundance
From summer to autumn, exactly
When a cigarette burns to the end, the faint trembling sound
is like a figure from the past life
Those who have been loved have reached the heart
In the gap from summer to autumn
Buried, the storm of the past and the silence of the future
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About the author:
Lao Pi: a native of Zhangzhou, Fujian, born in 1964. Member of the National Committee of Fujian Provincial Writers Association. More than 3,000 pieces of various works have been published in hundreds of newspapers and periodicals such as "People's Literature", "Poetry Magazine", "Writers" and "Selected Poems", and have been selected into the annual "Best Chinese Poetry", "Selected Chinese Poetry" and "Chinese Poetry Ranking" "List", "Selected Works of One Hundred People of Fujian Poetry over the Century" and more than 100 anthologies. He has won dozens of awards including the International Poetry Exhibition and the Fujian Provincial Outstanding Literary Works Award. 16 collections of poems and essays have been published.
WeChat ID: laopi999
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