If modern poetry is shared.

If we listen to the same old song.

miss

Is it possible to converge into a river?

The flute winds in the valley.

Dewdrops are dancing on the peak.

if

We appreciate the same bright moon.

The expression in the eyes

Is it possible to cross the horizon?

The red candle flickered in front of the porch window.

Cold stars twinkle in the night sky.

if

We read the same promise.

soul

Is it possible to shuttle back and forth?

Born before the flowers and under the moon, charming

The afterlife is graceful in the ice and snow.

If,

No ifs,

Shallow traces and thin shadows,

Dreaming alone.

Allow me,

Su Yu was silent. ...

At this moment,

Where are you?

Can a butterfly land on the shoulder?

Whispering softly,

Tsing Yi embroidered with flowers.

Thoughts flow quietly in the years,

Long hair fluttered gently in the breeze.

At this moment,

Where are you?

Will there be snowflakes floating gently through your heart,

With a low eyebrow and a little smile,

The temple was stained with frost.

Staring deeply at the pale white paper,

Taste in ups and downs ...

Snow falls on the cliff, snowflakes fly,

Exquisite and elegant,

Eyes droop.

Floating in the night sky,

Beautiful in the cold wind.

Listen,

The falling snow in front of the cliff,

You've heard of it,

Angels in the distance,

Tears of broken wings,

Curtain falls ...