"Modern Poetry" The Confusion of Spring

The spring sun swirls along the edge of the old pot

Look for last year's tranquility and smile

The smell of tea between the lips and teeth

Still winding

When leaning forward, a leaf on the ground

Has rotted and deteriorated

None of them can come alive vividly

Swallows circle the beam for many days

The old nest is not seen

The old site of the heart is scattered with many broken tiles

How to pick and piece together

Unable to reach the eaves

Let go, or put it aside

In one thought