Beautiful poems in a small town

Maybe their city is a big city.

I am a small town here.

The same is true of dusk in the sunset.

Mild reflex

In the moonlight, there are also stars all over the sky.

There are water and frogs in the lotus pond.

Do you have peace of mind?

A city is always a city, and a story is always a story.

The woman who picked the lotus has clear eyes.

That's the scenery of my hometown.

Maybe their city is very big,

Hope prosperity and mud.

The scenery in big cities is also picturesque.

People come and go, colorful and distinct.

All the cities are in other people's mouths.

Sitting on the train

A faint scenery

If every poem has a warm name

I know something must be on your mind.

As many names as a small town.

Liberation or empty talk

Why meet by chance and sail together?

It's Li Bai

The city I am talking about is very simple.

Like a blank sheet of paper, like a mist flowing in the sunset.

There are always so many stories and so many cities.

Standing deep in the town, there is a stream drowning you.

Standing in the middle of a big city, people give me loneliness.

So, see through, where is autumn water, wait.

When will it come?

I have a city. I don't ride a white horse. I have a city.

I am here quietly, watching the end of the world.