
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