(1) Snow in March
A snow came in March
My mother died in the dust
What disappeared in the sky was not only the winter sunshine
The figure of pigeons flying
The strings were broken
I fell on the top of the mountain in the depths of the clouds and cried
March was the season of flowers < The door
and the river that can't swim across the river
The stars have already disappeared
There is no touch of the moon on the ditch
I am fiddling with a song of acacia on a snowy night on my own tears
(2) I secretly love you
and watch you
sprinkle light green in my lonely autumn
. There is no fish swimming happily
I fly into the sky
I overlook the flower projected on the running water
I find that it has turned yellow in the wind of years
Childhood is a complete mirror
Youth is a mottled leaf
Who is covered with worries all over the mountains and valleys
Who is dreaming with white clouds
The cuckoo sings every night in spring.
(4) Bright March
Bright March
There are many flowers and shadows
The wind shakes the green leaves
I open the window
The sun runs in
The shadow is driven out
I hear the sound of loneliness and fracture
The broken silk-like youth water surface that birds pass by
Isn't it my sadness that sparkles Let's listen to the whispers of flowers and dreams
2.
You are my youth
You came gently,
with a little naughty.
you are so innocent,
hypocrisy is irresistible.
You came gently,
With a little dream,
You are so cute.
you are faint,
freshness is your temperament,
simplicity is your wealth.
I wanted to hold you in my arms,
but you cried.
so, I won't profane your alcohol any more.
just because you are my youth.
3、
youth is in no mood
< 1 >
When I look back again, the hand that
clearly waved for a long time
but
still sees nothing
Only the leaves on those trees behind me
are swaying gently in the wind
< 2 >
These tranquility. Lonely branches are naked and loose hair. Under the breeze of the cold wind,
the roots are fluttering in disorder.
A few finches are jumping under the eaves and looking here from time to time.
But they are never far away from their warm homes.
The sun is always pale and pale in the dignified sky.
It is monotonous and silent again and again.
It shakes again and again. Stars
A bird lay quietly in the grass as if it had been dead for a long time
The place where it had walked could never find the deep mark it had left
The clear river was full of leaves, large and small
Many traps were created in a wide valley
The accumulated leaves were carefully stepped on
In an extraordinary gentle sound, the direction was identified
or the time was found. The
steel sheet originally cast with some beautiful petals
< 4 >
Is it to pray for the windy song again for the yellow land that has been dry for 1, years?
Is it for the end of that song to cross your wandering soul again?
Is it for the soul to surpass a banana that was originally far away from the jungle a few years ago?
Is it for the illusion of that banana in the empty world? Exhausted
the ground is blurred by dusty footprints day by day
How many times have tears filled the sea and Wang Yang
The environment is getting worse and worse, and it can't hit a brand-new human being
The bitter and salty life in the previous life still surrounds the dam where you step
< 5 >
Sitting by the river on the rough black sand
Thinking again. The silence that hates death is more easygoing than anything else.
The footprints of the years have turned the black floating soil into a blank.
Two mouths have finally become a muddled dead sea.
After a million kinds of storms, it is still an immortal silence.
< 6 >
Laughter comes from afar.
The pages on the table are turned upside down with the wind.
It seems that you are approaching by the waves far away.
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