The Last Bus of Modern Poetry in Autumn

dear

Please speed up your steps.

This is the last bus in summer.

If we hurry, we will catch up.

It will take us smoothly.

In the fruitful autumn.

Look at it.

The driver in the car is Sun.

His tired eyes were slightly sad.

The rest of the passengers are our familiar partners.

Bees whisper in Magnolia grandiflora's ear.

Butterflies and water lilies love each other very much.

Even the silent stars and the moon

Are winking at each other

There are two empty seats in the front of the car.

That's reserved for us.

dear

The car stopped under the purple grape trellis.

Is anxiously waiting for us.

There is a rainbow bridge ahead.

It's autumn beyond the bridge.

What, are you still hesitating?

Why are you so slow?

You're worried

Autumn frost will freeze your enthusiasm.

Still afraid

The smell of wild chrysanthemum will make you allergic.

"Ga-"The sun is whistling.

The voice trembled.

Induction lamp on the Rainbow Bridge

Sorry, honey, please stay.

I can't let my remaining sparks

Put it out.

I'm going to use it to light it

Primitive maple forest in autumn

Sun sighed.

Start the last bus to Qiu Jin.

Walk leisurely through the rainbow bridge

There is still an empty seat in the front of the car.