"In the evening, the sunset is raised by the wind"

Hungry, thirsty, and want to look out the window at the sky?

Isn't it just that the fallen leaves are next to the fallen leaves, and the wind is chasing the wind

Someone was running up the stairs, and the sunset had not yet gone down the hill

I stand softly on your shadow

"Hand in hand, ......" is like an illusion

Suddenly arisen and suddenly disillusioned

The crowd hurried by, the singing was far away, and the hearts of the people fluctuated,

You talk about all these years, the best youth has been wasted,

Some people are prostrate waiting for the night to fall,

The distance between life and death is shortened by time

Nothing is quieter, nothing is more absurd,

It is the dust that raises the dust,

Or the text bites the text

"Winter Falls Outside the Window"

I just want to lift the hoe, do it at sunrise, and rest at sunset,

Or I'm just a sapling, feeling the rain in the wind,

I have the words you carved on me

In the evening, there is a fog, and your heart burns and dies,

And in winter, it's a wide robe

It's a spore that loves to shake off, "You and I have never seen ...... after all"

This sentence is like an idol film, yes, poet, you are in the earthly world

You have turned into sand, who is the wind,

Shhhh

Love in winter will fade and turn white from heaven

The white funnel fell,

It's snowing, and you're a shadow in the snow...... And all that

Just metaphysical lyricism, is the herbs sprinkled on the ground,

It's ginger magnolia and purslane

"Nothing About Love"

— like those dusty pasts

She didn't know what was wrong with her, could it be the times

With more resentful eyes, you're tired

can't bear her gray eyes, mocking humor,

And the increasingly grim countenance, which someone has carved on the tree:

Love you, love you......

Your broom dances gently, sweeping away some of the past,

Sweeping away the fragments of time, what is wrong with you?

Twenty years, you are full of goodness, your heart is overflowing with love,

Yes, she hated you, your poverty, your eyelids that you couldn't open

With the oldest countenance,

It's hard for her to call you "love" again, only the wind has been with you,

Is the sunset also your other wife,

"Hey, watch out for that fog" you just cough, you......

Like a fallen leaf, floating around, without a trace of melancholy

"Standing in this poem and looking at you"

Sober in the past, the rain overflowed his chest

It's a dream, it's a blanket, it's a thin night

Someone took out the drizzle and willow from the torn wound,

You are also surnamed Liu, and you ask what time it is, and the wind slides down the stairs

Is your heart shrinking and indulged because you are pushing too hard?

I stand thirty lines away, looking at you,

Little by little is the wind, snow and a few plums, which can be omitted here

Can you give up, is it easy to write a poem

To adhere to the artistic conception and direction of the poem, we go deep into each other

Each other's hearts, in this poem, are so deep in the haze

We're just two lines apart...