Three chapters of Winter
Group of poems
Author: Taihang Yu Source: Desert Smoke Tea Student
Editor: Yi meng Fang Fei ID: dreamflymf
Written on a snowy day...
Heavy snow is a sigh of the old days
They all fell on earth
It doesn't matter if you don't understand
Everything, wait for the snow to fall in the wine glass
It is not love that comes as promised
Clocks are not bad every second
Time, too big to be nothing
But it was like snow breaking in pieces
The so-called snow makes no sense
You don't have to care anymore
Poetry and wine
All missed
The world is so big
Missed something, you
Don't miss it
Be yourself
Winter meets pre-dawn...
Lights, blooming at night
You are destined to stand in the darkness
At this time, everything
There is no need to panic
Winter has arrived
The sun has not yet risen
In the starlight, the moon
As well as under the gaze of the lamp
Everything in the dark
All waiting, the light on the other side of the mountain
Many autumn worms and butterflies can't wait
The moon is missing but can be round again
It is not the flowers that bloom
Sometimes, you can't even choose
Is it in the dark of night or day in spring or winter
Like a lotus dream, blooming before reincarnation
Hands, seasons and old pots
The hand of God holds up the seasons
I could only pick it up
This old pot
Gaze at each other
It's nothing more than liquid, air
And this loneliness
Reincarnation in this pot and in the four seasons
It is me, with you, who is glorious
Gaze as if by God
And me, with you
All four seasons are in this pot
Tumbling out of love, and sighing
Author: Taihang Yu (Zhang Zhiyong), Zi Junping, master of Mei Xiangzhai, a native of Jincheng, Shanxi, and a member of the Chinese Poetry Society. Good reading does not seek much understanding, the poetry of the joy is not high, the tea tasting is sweet and bitter self-knowledge, and the happy dating is not young or old. He once lived in Jiangnan, traveled all over the south and north of the south sea, and now returns to his hometown, enjoying the great beauty of Taixing.