You name it after Spring
Text/Shu Yu Bamboo
The wind that travels far,
Drifting through the road you have traveled, a layer of snow seeds falls,
I'm going to take the green morning dew as the title,
Let your figure return to my poem,
Holding the love of half time.
I stopped,
Leave love in the last line to pile up,
Listen to you whisper secrets in your voice.
The hustle and bustle of the streets immediately stands still,
I saw that one beam of light embraced the subject with another.
You turn around,
Drawing the most beautiful arc,
Stimulating the warmth of my palm,
The plums have been opened,
The breath that spreads in the heart,
Confront the lost winter with its fragrance.
Wrapped in affection,
In this season,
No more fear of cold weeping.
I look at you,
In the same direction,
Catch up with the smoke and rain of March.
You are named after the spring,
I wrote a full story under the name of Autumn.
The roots of affection that have entered the heart are so deep,
The teardrops of this life are entangled.
When the bamboo curtain rolls up the wind and dust,
Have you come to me from a thousand mountains away to fight for me?
First draft of 2022.1.4
The road to the past
Text/Wang Keqin @ Shilu Huayu
On the way to the past
You need to slow down and lower your voice
So as not to be noticed by the quiet streets
Those secrets that have disappeared
The silhouette of time and space embracing each other.
Painted on the bridge lights, an arc
Rivers with lifelong moving water
Proves the truth of emotion, no doubt
I found the stone
Throw it at the ripples without thinking
The echo is still so clear
A string of candles was lit at the front
A red halo that flashes on his face
Feel the touch of the wind and try to blow it out.
Night, gradually approaching
Our meeting point
In the deep water, the flame was reborn
Although it is imaginary
Your trench coat, over the green grass
It's also an incredible miracle.