Modern Poetry about Willow Part I: Plant another willow.
spring
Come quietly, go quietly.
Behind the house, that willow tree
As always, it is slightly green.
I know, it happens every year.
But it won't grow branches.
spring
Gradually disappear
Naxinlv
And it's turning yellow.
Spring is not over yet.
it
It's long gone
Every year
I want to bring it back to life.
I hope it is dry.
Pull out the green bar
Even a branch.
Every year
I'm so disappointed
When spring comes, the trees are green.
Spring turns trees yellow.
All that's left is consternation.
Winter is coming.
I place my hopes on spring.
Spring is coming.
Throw it to me in confusion.
Cut it off.
Maybe there are other uses.
or
Time will gut it sooner or later.
Where it once lived.
Plant another small tree.
I am
A new green petal on the small tree.
On a warm day
Bath in the spring breeze
Modern Poetry on the Willow Part II: The willow has sprouted.
Late last night
I dreamed that willows sprouted.
That pale green
Just like a smile
Reminds me of the old me.
Do you remember
cross fingers
Watching her jump and walk under Liu Yin.
Laughter.
On the river bank where we are walking.
Drift slowly and lightly
Now I am.
Near the early spring, I walked alone on this riverbank.
Look at the willows on both sides.
come into bud
Think about yourself at that time.
Much like catkin.
Swing and refuse to fall
can not bear to
The one who wants to accompany me all my life.
Running water is unintentional.
Advance with indomitable will
Just like the man who made up his mind at that time.
I looked up.
White clouds are floating in the sky at the moment.
Like the flower of love that I once cared about.
Fade and fall unconsciously.
Touch the scene many years ago.
Acid overflow of nasal tip
Now my tears are on my face.
An unscrupulous shed
Remember that winter night many years ago?
The street lamp is dim.
According to an unknown me.
Wanjia rest in peace
Only a figure elongated by dim light is left.
Stumbling alone
Walking in the deserted streets of her city.
No one cares.
It's been years.
Never mention what I missed again.
That's my her.
Just those agreements that have not been completed so far.
Do you remember?
My that she.
If she can still think of me by chance.
Such a predecessor
He loves her dearly.
The promise we made.
Under the erosion of years
Already like catkins scattered in the air.
Has been blown into the river.
Without leaving any trace.
Maybe this is our job.
I will never see each other again in this life and go to the end of the world respectively.
There are some unforgettable memories that have not been mentioned.
Then forget it.
Those who don't want to forget are absolutely pathetic.
as time goes on
It's hard to remember
Those illusory and ambiguous persistence
Under the exposure of time
Has begun to become unreal.
Fake slowly
My past with her.
It has already become blurred and faded.
Those unfulfilled agreements
I don't know if anyone will deliberately think about it.
Maybe even if someone occasionally thinks about it.
Just like the rain in spring.
It's about to fall apart.
Today I came to the appointed place.
Look at this cold spring.
Willow trees turning green gradually
Want to say to her gently.
? Spring has come, and willows have sprouted?
Modern Liu Poetry Part III: Willow has become a shade.
When you come with me,
On both sides of the river
As bleak as the mood.
You have been away for three years.
I stayed for three years
find
The representation of wasted years, wasted years.
It's really simple
I know
You are older than before.
But younger than me.
at present
We were on the side of the road when we came.
It's already a willow.
But you
You went far away again.
Leave me.
Guard the city.
Sad and unwilling to leave
Modern willow poetry episode iv: remember a willow tree
On the earth barrier beside the canal
That tall willow tree
Be cut off
In this village,
And this Shan Ye.
I heard it, and I felt it.
The sound of willows falling
The doors and windows of the whole village
Every grass, every flower
Every mountain, every blue sky
Trembling.
Is it out of sadness?
On this day, the whole village
This field
White catkins are scattered.
willow catkins
Fall on people's hearts
Rainier than autumn.
It's colder
accidental
A willow tree
The surface is gray and rough.
But it exudes a sad atmosphere.
But in its life,
But stored with it.
As strong as a ring.
Being strong makes people sad.
Willow, supporting
Lying on the grass and adobe
So big, so green.
It looks better than standing.
Magnificent and beautiful.
Three days after logging.
The branches and leaves are still in the breeze.
Shake loudly.
Yezishang
There are bright dewdrops hanging.
seem
It's a hundred million pairs of tearful eyes.
Say goodbye to nature
Look, the sparrow on the roof.
Eagle in the blue sky
Toward the fallen willow tree
land
willow
Break into wide boards
Tree rings in a circle
Flow out in circles
Solidified tears
teardrop
And it smells good.
This is not a tear, is it?
This is the life of the willow tree
The hills of the village of blood cells that are not dead yet.
It shrank a lot at once.
As if bowed his head.
fall
A willow tree
Left something connected with the earth.
later ages/time