Poetry

Surprised, the sun, the moon and the stars are hidden.

In many evenings and nights where there is no retreat.

Find a stone road and return.

This is also a pleasant thing.

Don't tell me the definition of rushing forward.

All I know is that in the days when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant,

Even the dust in the corner is alive.

Autumn covered with vines

dead twigs and withered leaves

If I have antlers, I will learn from butterflies.

Learn about wild flowers, trees, mountain springs and dandelions.

Living in Shan Ye, for fun, for peace.

Thinking of owning a golden machete.

Harvest the wheat next year.

Because fish never understand me.

I drove them away in my dream last night.

Even the bud that just grew in my dream.

They all escaped and disappeared.

There were no stars last night, only rain at night.

Two people lying in bed studying talked a lot.

The man Jane loves is twenty years older than her.

Jane loves that man.

The man fell in love with Jane Eyre.

Maybe love has no definition.

Only when peace comes can it have a long-term significance.

He was blind, but Jane Eyre came back to him.

Love always gives people strength.

Make people happy.

Groups of right deer people

They set out for the forest for the first time.

They took away all the warm things in the world.

And passionate love.

2020.9. 12

Chishui.