Poetry about memory Part I: Walking into distant memories
Fallen leaves are piled up under the tree layer by layer.
Another layer disappears.
The instinct of water turns the wet color
Weathered yellow language
Tell those stones that haven't weathered.
Withered every year.
Humidity year after year.
The juice of life
Unconsciously rising.
A group of ants are still walking under the tree in a hurry.
Looking for buried nests and food
Calling for a separated partner
They don't know that winter is coming.
I don't know the cruelty of snow, they
Just for loyal feelings.
Swear to life and death
I was hurt by a fallen leaf.
Deep down, there is blood in the blood vessels.
A place dyed deep red.
New buds grow in winter and tender leaves grow in spring.
My feet, a pair of calm and empty feet.
Trample the fallen leaves with youth, years and time.
It's like stepping into a distant memory
There is no barren silence and long.
Memories Poetry Part II: The Past Without Memories
On a lonely day
On a quiet night
Thought will always rise.
Your face is almost blurred.
I know
The past is the most unforgettable.
Time is piling up bit by bit.
My memory of you
Then at the critical moment,
Scattered in the endless sea
Precipitation Millennium
Scattered on the vast land.
Decay into dust
Will you really be happy then?
I finally forgot you.
Love plus
Cherish each other
Dreams are connected.
I will be in the karma of the next world.
Seek happiness and cherish life.
I won't wait for you on the way here.
I also wish you a relationship.
Love of life
Poems about Memories Part III: Memories
Pavilion and platform for one year.
Liu Shuiyi Xi
In this cold winter.
Tears taught me to leave.
Think about that beautiful hope.
Read the sweetness in your eyes
a little bit
A wisp of
Stupid love won't last.
A faint feeling will be become memories
Say "take care"
What else can I say?
Lock your thoughts in the clouds.
Meet the sunset alone
Poems about Memory Part IV: Bits and pieces of memory
autumn
The wind is raining.
Whispers of autumn are whistling.
Rain is falling all a little lazy.
One build and one build.
The sun is diligent.
But it seems a little far.
early morning
Walking on the boulevard
There is no noise from cars.
Very quiet
Only leaves fall sporadically.
Appreciate this scene.
It seems that the whole world belongs to me
All autumn
I was walking alone.
Lonely?
Will it?
Floating leaf fragments
It was the beating heart that washed away.
earring
That brilliant and heroic song
So I kept walking.
Walking on the road in autumn
There are maple trees ahead.
Bright red leaves fluttered like flags.
Ten thousand meters of sunshine came out.
Under the mottled tree shadow
Fragmented memories
That's it.
As real as fantasy.
Like memory, like expectation.
Think while walking.
autumn
Walking alone
Go on alone
Leaves are falling.
Turn into rain
Turn into snow
autumn
Walking alone
Accompanied by the wind
With thousands of meters of sunshine
Accompanied by rain
Accompanied by fallen leaves
Not alone
Then the end of autumn is winter.
A person's autumn will not be lonely.
What about a person's winter?
autumn
Accompanied by fallen leaves
When walking
It's the elves jumping under their feet.
Reminds me of many stories.
Yuhang
A person's winter
There will be wind.
Heavy snow flying all over the sky
listen attentively
You must be able to hear something