Chimonanthus praecox
The moonlight spilled all over the floor.
I raise my cup.
Even if it's just a petal.
Also moved.
A path
Bathe in the moonlight
As clear as last night.
Just walk across the bridge and running water
The smoke rose again.
How many farewells and reunions?
I can't see the path I've taken.
Snowflakes jumped back and forth between the treetops.
Recall some past events
All the joys and sorrows are borne one by one.
Baptism of snow
The way home melted.
Quietly waiting for a white dress
The sadness of tender thoughts.
(2) Blue sky
A few leaves are flying.
Dancing branches and stiff bodies
A whisper beside the eardrum
This is a sign of winter.
The bird curled up on the branch.
Pay attention to happiness
Wandering peacefully in a dream
Wandering in the dusty years.
The soul is lost in the snowy north.
Wintersweet last winter
Still released in my arms
Take away the light of the stars.
Pierce the frost
To the man in the distant winter.
Watch from the bottom of my heart and grow roots slowly.
Pick up worn-out luggage
I remember the last time I left was in autumn.
Winter in my hometown seems to be like this all the time.
Accompany us through the joys and sorrows all the way.
Excerpts from the second volume of modern poetry in grade four
(a) through the hidden night again.
It's dawn. It's time to go east.
Like a newborn nature.
No mask, no greed.
There is no qualitative change in skin inch by inch.
If there had been no barter thousands of years ago,
If China Tea Ceremony,
Infiltrating the modern face, I converted to the top of the snowy mountain.
White snowflakes dance,
Wash away mountains, rivers and creatures
Me and everyone who can walk upright
And will do the heartbeat of the tool.
Should be calm and naked.