Every piece
The dance is elegant and generous.
The pale yellow butterfly flapped its wings and flew away.
The autumn wind is rising
Thoughts are scattered all over the floor
Autumn leaves meet autumn rain.
Singing a quiet melody gently
Small raindrops refract memories.
Stay in my heart
Little by little wanton.
Heart and leaf forget to breathe.
Tears melt in the rain and disappear in the wind.
Will one day
Even if the face is old.
Suddenly meet under the old willow tree
Just like repeating yesterday's flower season.
There is no longer a distance between heart and heart.
Or one day
The leaves of the old tree look for it with longing.
Lean against your skirt
But no one noticed.
Did the memory disappear in the wind?
Ancient willows depend on each other.
Drunk in autumn
The pale yellow butterfly flapped its wings and flew away.
A bluestone chair full of lost temperature.
Whole foot
Is to witness the remnants of the past.
Infiltrate the soil slowly
Who painted Tsing Yi?
Rain that causes leaves to fall.
A fine and dense room
Trying to find and retrieve memories.
Like me
Like me.
How many people will care?
Recalling Modern Poetry 2 likes to lean against the sunny window alone in the cold winter.
Let the hot sun dispel the loneliness and loneliness of body and mind,
Fingertips with a wisp of ink,
Write down past encounters with patchwork words,
A few pages of plain paper on a propaganda paper,
Almost obsessed with seal cutting, lingering thoughts,
Through the bead curtain of memory,
In retrospect, it was warm.
South Australia's expansion, vowed to take responsibility for the wind and rain.
Surging from the west, laughing and frolicking.
The twilight is shallow, the mist caresses and the afterglow is endless.
The wind blows gently, the waves rise and fall, and the heart is calm.
Stroll through the chapters of memory, flip through beautiful fragments,
Pick up a little, hold a touch of warmth, keep the fleeting time,
Although time is gradually drifting away, my heart has been slightly blue.
Memories scattered all over the place are still tactfully in the wind.
Floating through the complicated years, through the shallow fleeting time,
I'm still on the other side at the end of the year,
In the colorful shadows, counting the petals of memory.
Looking at the petals scattered in the picture of the years,
Turn into a little firefly and light up the most beautiful expectation in my heart.
Looking forward to your fingertips touching the joys and sorrows of time,
Turn into a melody and whisper gently with time.
Don't say that love is deep and shallow, and don't sigh that the end of the song is over.
I only hope that those geese who return to the south,
Can send my most sincere wishes.