Text/Willow Leaf
A man steps into the wilderness on a rainy night
Look up at the raindrops and fall into the confusion of the stars
In solitude, take a handful of the coolness of the rain
So familiar A wisp of familiar dust fragrance twisted in my mind
The years linger with a faint fragrance
Become a fate all the way upside down, all the way helpless drifting
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Tonight, outside the window
The soul is wet in the middle of the rain
It's like looking for a familiar encounter in a long absence
Agarwood ignites, closes your eyes,
A song of the sheng flute in a dream is contaminated
The hues of a night are so hazy
Between heaven and earth, the mountain love of Yuan Dai is rendered
Rendered a roll of silver filigree silk
Any wisp of breeze brushed through the mess of my hair
Any drop of rain slips down the brow
Interpreted as loneliness missed the fall of the season
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A lonely heart misses leisurely
I missed a lot of poetry and distance from the past
Like scattered stamens
Wander in the silence of the night
In the rain alley in the south of the Yangtze River, the time is shallow
Find a corner to sit still
Picking up the shattered rain
You look back in the smoke and rain
I'm still wandering in the distance where there is you in the poems
It was a place where flowers bloomed and fell
There is a rising star
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About the Author
Wang Changhui, male, from Shangqiu City, pen name Liu Ye, a willow leaf, bachelor degree, member of Henan Micro Film Association, member of Shangqiu Musicians Association, member of Municipal Photographers Association, member of Municipal Writers Association