Yaxian, a poet in Taiwan Province
The fallen leaves finished their last trembling.
The flowers disappeared into the blue eyes of the lake.
The anvil in July is still far away.
warm
The geese are not in the autumn sky.
Write down their beautiful sonnets.
warm
Horseshoe leaves fall out.
On the hill road in the south.
The singer left a broken rhyme.
In the dim temples in the north
Autumn, autumn left nothing.
Leaving only a warmth.
Leaving only a warmth.
Everything was left behind.
46 years 1 month 9