Poetry with the theme of memory

Woong San's memory

Text/Liu Yuan

( 1)

When the sun comes into my dream one day.

This is a moment for you and me to commemorate.

but I ...

Has quietly set off.

Leaving doesn't mean not coming back.

Go along this river.

The wind finally said that she was leaving.

Said she would never come back.

(2)

Wild lilies spit incense.

Stay deep in the mountains.

I hope lily also has the color of spring, with a smile.

I will miss you again.

Whether you remember me tomorrow or not.

The stone steps covered the mountain forest.

Distance meanders quietly in my heart.

Walking in the mountains, let the sun gently brush away the sweat.

Don't want apple's smile

Take off your shirt and get rid of your tired mood.

I said to my little sister

If yesterday's patience is for today's happiness.

I would like to spend my whole life thinking about the sunshine in the mountains.

Leaning on the back of a pine tree

I laughed at the endless flute of swallows.

I don't want to just look at the silence at the foot of the mountain.

Give yourself some courage.

Shout out my attachment to the mountains

"Hey, I'm coming!"

The cool mountain breeze shuttles between pines and cypresses.

Stay in the mountains and streams among the grass

I watched the sea of clouds pass by on the cliff.

When did you see it in your dream?

What is missing on the horizon is the sea of clouds.

At the moment, I told myself

If one day a cuckoo flies by.

Please tell her.

There was once a man who missed her here.

The azaleas in Shili are not in bloom.

Stop for a while and continue our journey.

Listen to people's voices

If you see the sun and the moon during the day.

therefore

At the foot of the sun and the moon are our destinations.

(3)

That narrow villa

No hidden smile.

In the dim light

That happy scene is so familiar.

Everyone laughed.

As long as there is laughter, living together is enough.

No matter how familiar this photo is

Is it true or false in the dream?

Look at the top of the mountain in the morning and wait for the sunrise.

Every smiling face is expectation.

Let the cool fog wet your hair.

Make a wish to stay in the east

I am waiting for the only window in my heart.

Silent dialogue

Hope to have a horizon all my life.

Memories of getting wet because of heavy rain

The painful road of the past

The sun disappeared in the sea of fog.

I want to leave my memory at the top of the mountain.

Since you can't see the sun.

Staying for a long time is called regretting your life.

sleep in peace

(4)

The photo is fixed in the rainy sky.

smile

Commemorate with wishes

Let happiness be embedded in the album of our youth.

The misty sea in the canyon

The fresh morning breeze after the rain

Dewdrops wet my trouser legs all the way.

I turned around.

The last sentence.

"Kowloon Pond, let's go!"

The scenery of oil-paper umbrella will stay in the years I miss tomorrow.

peony

We have good memories in the narrow mountain road.

The bamboo forest smiles.

he said

Remember what I look like?

Maybe one day you will walk again.

I'll ask.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Hold a hand in the stream of a mountain stream

Centennial hawthorn

The mountain village after the rain is in the clear water in my hand.

(5)

Only in fantasy have I seen flowing rivers.

look up

Let me take a quiet look at the waterfalls in the mountains at the moment.

Laughter resounded through the valley

The rocks under my feet are so embarrassing.

We are too young.

How I want to be near the mountain.

How I wish I had the tenderness of clear water.

The huge mist blurred my eyes.

I hid myself in deep water.

Let the photos always remember that I once loved the scenery in front of me.

Don't be gorgeous

Don't talk.

I feel very satisfied.

As long as I have life

You'll miss it all your life.

underwater

The moment I close my eyes.

Always keep it in mind.

It will always be my life.

(6)

The cold water pavilion left my footprints.

perhaps

I don't want to remember too much

I remember the sweet bayberry in my sister's hand.

I will be very happy.

go down the mountain

This shows that we cherish it.

I smiled.

The open secret is confession.

therefore

I hope we can all cherish it.

Come on, Woong San.

The poet said

Leaving doesn't mean not coming back.

Look back at the mountains and seas in the distance.

Leaving means coming back with memories.