Autumn. Complicated autumn. The poet cries for you. exist
On a dark night, the rain kept falling.
I feel sorry for the fallen leaves and grateful for the fruits of the countryside.
How do poets escape from the same language?
Cry or laugh, sit in the autumn atmosphere, poet.
The simplest and simplest confusion.
One autumn is enough to crush all the songs.
Crossing the fence of poetry, the poet hides in his heart.
Wild horses in autumn have horseshoes.
My thoughts are blocked at the door of autumn. Who is it,
Burn the words left by ancestors and stay in meditation.
Time?
The poet was abandoned by autumn. Standing in the depths of the season,
Looking back at the autumn wind, it is refreshing.
The blank paper in a trance was lost in the hands of the poet.
Year after year. The poet carefully picked up the scattered autumn flowers.
Light from the inside, from the outside, from autumn
The reins went all the way to the snow.