Poplar flower
Don't fight And Don't take advantage of the red, fly yourself in the snow of the green wilderness.
A hundred flowers are afraid of the wind blowing down, but I Yanghua loves the wind alone.
Come to this familiar place again. But only the breath of loss can be found in the wind. The breeze shows the figure of youth, delighting in the warm sunshine. The emerald green leaves waved freely. Let me turn out the bitterness in my heart and reminisce about the past.
Yang Huaman dance, roundabout: sometimes tend to go. Leave loneliness to loss. From time to time, it comes slowly, giving hope to kindness. Sometimes Man Man dances, showing the charm of the dashing. Sometimes, it falls, without regret or desire.
But I looked like a child, snuggled.
The wind whispered in her ears, pouring out the voice of her imagination. Suddenly, I felt like we were so close. But in a trance, this sound turned out to be a natural sound.
This ethereal song makes people's ghosts flutter: yang spring in March, willows as new flowers. The spring breeze swept down my house overnight. Weak feet, picking up old flowers, tears, follow him. Look at that pair of swallows and poplar flowers, into the nest in the house.
But I could only hear half of the attachment, and use the other half to wrap the wounds of the old days.
Is Spring going to make me let go of this unforgettable thought?
I just want to grab my love. What's wrong? But I couldn't catch it. Am I wrong? No.
Last night, I dreamed of you. But you leave in a hurry.
I can't be quiet when I think of you. Although the world blocks us, it cannot stop us from passing through the thoughts of the soul.
The thought of meeting brings tears to my eyes. I don't know if this red dust is strange, can we still meet? I don't know if this red dust is strange, can we still pour out our heartfelt hearts. I don't know if this red dust is strange, can we still bathe in youth. If we turn back the clock, then let us let go of the promise of the mountain and the sea and face the tide of this turbid current together.
No matter how bitter every day is, we must also taste pleasure; every day no matter how painful, we must also think of sustenance; every day no matter how tired, we must also accommodate thoughts.
This floating Yang Hua, no matter how you look at it, is your depressed figure. In the face of it, I have lost the courage to tell. You can only suppress the pain in your heart. Waiting makes me anxious, anxious makes me unable to find a reason. It seems to be dressed in glory, but I don't know where happiness is? I feel like a spirit. Although we have different identities, our fates are tragic and so similar.
Nor can the years stop the soul's expectations.
Accidental encounters, inclinations are interfered with, murder is surging and deliberate. Fearing that his beloved would be destroyed, he fled south alone late at night. Ever since he had left, Ling Er could only disguise himself with worldliness. She was dressed in a fancy dress, but she was powerless to resist the primitive. She is in the court, but she cannot have love. In this life, only acacia is involved.
Getting together became an expectation. Even this expectation turned into a heart-wrenching helplessness to wait.
Yang Hua always quietly floats down to the side of the acacia people, so that the tide of anticipation rises.
But Yang Hua left, and he could only fall into the dust.
If no one knows, it is good to find a side of the loess to live in.
The rest of our lives are long, and since we can't have fun with the bells and drums, we will go with the smoke.
The poplar tree looks tall and handsome, but the branches and leaves are tangled, and the leaves are competing to improve, who understands the entanglement inside it? Didn't he stay in love with Yang Hua? This bird that flutters its wings far away has induction, and Yang Hua should also be aware. Yang Hua paved this place of sorrow, and I also let my sorrow flood.
No. I will shed this false glory and walk all the roads. I want to meet you again who is more than youthful.
Let me make a poplar flower. It can't drift with you, but it can float with you. Although it can't be happy with you, it is enough to tell the heart. Although it is impossible to cast flesh and blood in steel, the heart can penetrate the world. though
We cannot live together, but our love is like the moonlight forever.
Liu Shaozheng is a native of Leling City, Shandong Province. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and a member of the Bohai Wind Writers Society.