Late Winter Hometown
Spread out on the gravel-covered road
Gravel sinks into the soil
Beside the corner of the blue brick building
The water in a lake and the withered reeds at the water's edge
There are also poplars
The uncovered branches reaching into the sky
The distance is all a picture. The river is
half rippling and half peaceful
Fishermen cast nets and catch fish
Standing on the boat and standing on the mirror
On the north side of the river, there is my hometown poem II: The poet is in the hometown
I can't feel the wind caressing my face
Wipe the tears in my eyes
Kapok Chinese fir
and the reeds on the river bank. On the ridge
the fresh river is gurgling in the ditch
I close my eyes
I try to find the direction of the wind with my hands open
Look at it just hiding in the treetops
Where else is the southern poem III: Summer Flowers, July
A solitary summer flower
flutters lonely outside the window
The last tear
dries in the memory of July
Xia Feng sings a drifting song
blows away the clouds
polishes the moon
and touches your slightly wrinkled brows and knots
. Occasionally, the piano sounds like water, and it pours quietly. Look at the smiling face of summer flowers outside the window. It is fixed into a beautiful picture by the window. Pretend to smile and watch you go away. Let me
remember the promise that disappeared in the air alone.
Who sings softly for whom.
Who writes the future for whom.' Post-sadness
Learn to watch
How many worries are hidden with the dust
The blossoming autumn flowers are falling
The summer flowers are welcoming the melting of new life
The cool breeze wants to erase the feeling of early summer
The flowers have blown away
The leaves have fallen
But I can't take away the thoughts of frozen July
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