Modern poetry of the bygone days

Spring passes and winter comes, time flies

The swans fly south but leave no traces

I still stay in the place where I used to play

< p>Even though the place was full of mess

Time did not wait for me, but the ruthless tears drowned myself

Memory is like rotten leaves, the clear lines have long been buried by time

Only the smell of decay is still left in my mind bit by bit

Fermentation and decay linger in rebirth and death, fantasizing about the remaining warmth

The tall buildings are gone and clear When the dream comes back for the first time, I can’t see the endless road to the end of the world

The wind and bamboo beat the rhyme, thousands of leaves are full of hatred, look at such a heartbroken person

Flowers are easy to fall, the moon is hard to be round, who is the soul that is broken by the dream? Pity

The road is long and the thoughts are long. I still miss you deeply

The cold winter comes and the north wind blows.

In this winter snow is no longer falling. The place

It is still so lonely at this moment

The wind is rustling and the water is cold, dancing lightly in the sea of ??clouds in the dream

Withered leaves are flying, window shadows are broken, and dreams are everywhere Jiangnan

The sound of the piano is cold, the heart is even colder, and the person playing the piano is full of tears

Flowers bloom and fall every year

The wind rises and stops every year

Countless beauties are like a dream scattered across the world

Finally disappear without a trace

The moon hangs in the sky, leaving behind a thin figure

Seeing flowers in the mist, it’s so hazy tonight