Standing in the wilderness in winter
Looking at the sky and high places.
It's cold everywhere
You don't know what to use.
Comfort this desolate season
Those distant migratory birds
It must be in autumn.
Stored many stories and experiences.
Otherwise, these weak lives
How can I have the courage to travel?
The wind blows through your nose.
Give off a faint fragrance
You remember that it should snow this winter.
You can't go far at this time.
Then let the wind take away your wishes.
Finally, let's wait quietly.
Love doesn't freeze.
When the light passes by you
There will be a pair of warm hands
Cold nights are warm. Touch you
Familiar village
Still a familiar village.
sunset
Poetic world
A wisp of smoke drifted in.
The king is in the calm pool.
A semicircle that bends around the moon
be lost in thought
Back to childhood.
Mother's crying after school
The echo echoed in my ear again.
Still a familiar village.
Standing at the entrance of the village
Carefully recall the appearance of my old house.
Mom is long gone.
There is only her portrait in the old house.
A village without a mother
Not so worried.
A little worried.
It also makes the wanderer's mood have nowhere to put.
Still a familiar village.
look back
There seems to be more sadness in his eyes.
Being away from home for longer and longer
The mind has long deviated from its hometown.
A string of wandering tears
It seems to be condensed.
Frost on the way home.