Lonely and silent
It has been raining.
It was the tears of the cloud that hit it.
Autumn spreads in the water.
Lie wet
Not a ray of light.
Without a trace of direction
From all sides
Clouds, caged in fog
Can't tell the sky apart
Can't tell the earth apart
As soon as autumn is over, fog will come.
Every tear of the cloud
Destined to turn into autumn fog.
The more it rains, the thicker the fog becomes.
People familiar with it
Laugh with the clouds and cry with the rain.
The past and the present are intertwined, and the sound hurts.
No matter where your back is
It's all smooth rain.
Fog obscured the view.
Autumn rain became a premeditated fate.
Moist vegetation
Wet the courtyard
Wet cinnamon soil
But I didn't see all the mountains. The maple leaves are covered with fog beads.
Not every maple leaf is red.
This place was dying before the first frost.
Try to remember your thoughts firmly in the rain.
Wet, can't say, can't give up.
Thinking of your heart, hiding in the fog
The rain is on it.
The wind roared and the thunder rumbled.
Blow away the dark clouds
Tears gradually dry.
Across time and space, wandering like rain.
What is visible and what is invisible.
Mixed with absurdity, absurdity
With the fragrance of osmanthus.
Come in orderly
Tears, wet, seem a little hot.
It was, and it will always be.
Pick some flowers, clean them, fold them and put them away.
Sprinkle gold into my lines.
It's not just the rain that shines.
And floating clouds.
Gradually golden.