2. The poem "Thank you" The evening breeze blew through my ears, listening to a little autumn, telling a deep past under the banyan tree, reaching out to touch the shadow of the fallen leaves, unable to grasp the fleeting hourglass between my fingers, and the sunset slowly passed away. The greetings on the phone made my eyes faint and turned into thoughts, which diluted the misunderstanding and silent feelings in the teacup and paved a solid bridge for you.