Yes, it is cold, suddenly cold makes people feel as if they have come to the edge of another world, in addition to busyness, I will brew a cup of green tea, just like this silence grinds the emotions of life into ink

　　Yes, it is cold, and suddenly it is cold, making people feel as if they have come to the edge of another world,

In addition to being busy, I will brew a cup of green tea, and the silence will grind the emotions of life into ink,

Mixed with the mind, on the note, leaving fragmented words,

But that's poetry, I don't know, paragraph after paragraph, the impermanent thoughts wandering there,

Maybe it's a slightly tired heart, or a sadness that is palpable near your fingers!

I just want the sharp edge of the pen to fade away the dust on my heart,

I am not the legendary one who does not have a wisp of fireworks, the monk,

I just want to chase the depths of my soul like the clear crystal of the morning dew when I am exhausted,

Longing shines through the body like the rising sun, shining a glow of heat.

Yes, too many people, busy is always very tired, someone asked me: happy, I have no extra expression, looking up at the sky and smiling softly,

　　Turning around in a place where he couldn't see it, he bowed his head and sighed a few times, and somehow sighed.

　　Occasionally, I will quietly drink a little wine, accompanied by a plate of peanut rice,

　　Thinking about what you have been doing in the past, ask yourself from time to time, do you think it makes sense?

　　In this way, gradually I took advantage of the wine to explore different worlds. In the middle, the most expected thing is to have a beautiful dream to wake up laughing,

　　The days pass like this day by day, and life is not as uncertain as the sea,

　　Alone, on that sunny day, carefully find a trace of warmth,

　　I really want to fix the sun on the ground under that foot, not go far away,

　　Yes, I wish we were on the road we were on.

The warm sunshine leaves a happy shadow in our hearts.