Modern poetry with glass windows

When I was a child, I knelt on the kang.

In winter, I faced the glass window.

Fairy tales made by frosted flowers adhered to beautiful dreams.

In summer, I sat on the windowsill.

I slowly shook a window.

The picture reflected on the glass was like a self-discharge shadow.

Go far away with my father

Sit in the car and look at the glass window

Trees run backwards

There are swaying sunsets

Sitting in the classroom

Looking at the glass window

Watching the playground

Football and flowered skirts flying together

Nowadays, white-haired people

still look at the four seasons in front of the glass window

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