Sitting on a bench in the garden
A few years ago, I sat on a bench in the garden and watched the array fly south.
At this moment,
I sat on a bench in the garden and watched the formation fly south.
Time doesn't seem to move.
Those flowers and plants are still struggling in the autumn wind.
I still miss my distant hometown.
Even my shadow is like many years ago.
Lying at my feet, like a black package
Many years ago, I sat on a bench in the park.
Sunset enveloped me, and birds cackled in the trees.
Like courtship, falling leaves,
It seems that the people who walk in the distance are still those who used to be.
It seems that they have been gone for years, years.
Just for this moment, let me see it with tears in my eyes
Wu Zhi
Spiders weave webs under the eaves, and traps grow in circles.
I don't know which little insect will suddenly become a young undead.
Poplar trees grow thick leaves.
Sunlight, like honey, smears on the outline of everything.
The shadow is simple, deep and a little painful.
On the cane chair, grandma who was just talking fell asleep.
The baby's little clothes floated on the clothesline.
Let the memory approach, let the fleeting time go away.
The sky deepened the silence of the world,
The silence of all things seems to have the same source.
Oh! How many noons,
I woke up from a deep sleep and fell into this quaint painting.
Only the sound of magpies came like water drops, and happiness was thin.
In a trance, I seem to have experienced several earthly cycles again.
In the winter sunshine
I like to look at my sparrow with my head tilted on that tree.
I love vast land.
Everything that glows after the snow
I love the silent trees by the roadside.
A donkey with silent nostrils was tied to a tree and steaming.
No one knows that I am a wanderer in a foreign land.
I love the world of pain and gratitude.
Crossing the gap of time is like crossing the wound of fate.
Face to face with me.
Some are clear, some are vague.
I fell in love with my unknown future.
I saw a small village that had been sleeping for a hundred years.
The voice of a pair of snow sweepers in the yard
Suddenly, tears came to my eyes.
Take a quiet walk in the winter sun
I shouted my name over and over again in my mind.
Defend her bloody land like the motherland.
When you came,
When you came,
I am immersed in my field.
The vast black land is full of joy and sadness.
When you came,
I am selling my beloved horse in the market.
There is a small microcosm of the world in the horse's eyes.
When you came,
I am walking by the river.
I have a quiet shadow with weeping willows.
When you came,
I am herding sheep on the hillside.
I secretly lay in the sun to sleep while the lambs were eating grass.
I was busy arguing with the world when you came.
I was busy saying goodbye to my relatives and friends when you came.
When you came, I was busy embracing my dream.
I was busy fighting my fate when you came.
When you came,
I am always busy.
Many years later.
Suddenly I thought of you.
My blood is still boiling.
I want to tell the children who passed by my window.
Youth always comes quietly.
Left us quietly.