Leave in a hurry
Heavy footsteps wandering.
At the crossroads
It was a short stay.
Neglected gaze
road sign
Point to the dense forest
Footprints smile in shallow dew.
When the wind blows gently.
Grab a flying feather
A heart is locked in tenderness
Quite confusing.
A ray of light spilled down.
Brilliant swept away the dew.
God's mysterious smile, in the dark
send
A tortuous road
Rocking the whole forest
The clouds turned pale.
The flowing water is staggered.
She heard the tree whimpering.
She heard the sound of a bud breaking.
flapping wing
Can't catch up
Petals dancing in the wind
She knows.
That road, silkworm closed.
This is an invisible net.
Time cannot be transmitted.
The sound of withering and landing
Sleep in the grave.
It will wander in the middle of the night.
When fireflies fly out,
Summer songs spread among willows.
In the closed window
Bright shadow
On a listening night
This is the only thing.
Memories that can be left.
Modern parting poem 2: In my dream, I once again returned to the high walls in all directions.
Not a pair of eyes say hesitate.
Silently prostrate and pious.
Sunlight came in and awakened the sinking eyes.
What disappeared above was the advertising language.
Hanging is the desire in the eyes.
It seems like a lifetime ago to wake up from a dream.
The long-awaited stationery on the table suddenly declared its fate.
It's a pity to be cut into pieces in my mind.
I packed my hasty answer into my suitcase.
You said you were caught off guard.
Ask me if this is separation or a new pursuit?
In this long, dark and cold wall
I study in North Island.
Everything is a fleeting pursuit.
And the noise makes the falling water boil on the lips and tongue.
It's very hot
It didn't say it missed you.
I covered my eyes naughty again.
Who wants to keep you from seeing the separation of people coming and going on the platform?
His and her eyes threw me thousands of questions and worries.
The wind blew through their hair.
Pale and nowhere to be found.
I can't find that familiar face.
I picked up my backpack and looked up.
This is me who has never been good at giving answers.
I remember they once said.
So I really won't look back.
The future is like a torch.
I heard the train start.
The darkness in the tunnel will shut me down at this moment.
It doesn't matter.
Light will not bring wanton tears.
Don't ask me when I will be back.