The geese returning to the south took away the sunset.
Yellowing photos
The leaked sunlight forms the basement.
I groped along the vague outline.
In the long river of tears
Trace the traces of childhood in the past.
Feel the deep penetration of tentacles.
A country that lost its childhood
Memories are cut into pieces.
Only know yourself.
Bathed in the sunshine of love.
Not just a visit.
Rushing voices and smiles.
And the man who knitted easy dreams in those days.
Living in my thoughts that will never fade.
A sad whistle
Broke the silence of time and space
Drink a gourd ladle like water.
A sigh hidden for twelve years
Endless thoughts are like endless spring rain.
Contracted the autumn chill prematurely.
Turn into reeds in the autumn wind
Shake off the last wisp of dust and glow.