I remember the broken intestines, the fallen leaves and flowers, and the sunset sun
Pick up a few yellow leaves, and then pick up the sorrow and regret of the years
In the mountains, there must be a kind of gaze hidden, watching over distant thoughts.
As the sun sets, a poem obscures the clouds suspended on the summit of the mountain, and in the blowing of the winter wind, thoughts tremble into a emaciated dead leaf.
I remember that at the place where the intestine was broken, the leaves were flying, the sun was shining, and everywhere there were songs of hurt.
And now that the winter breeze is getting cooler, and seeing Xiao Ser again, picking up a few yellow leaves, it is to pick up the sadness and regret of the years.
Our youth is a poem that looks through the autumn water, and every word condenses a little tear.
Our youth is a song about the distant mountain, and until now, we still can't know what is on the other side of the mountain.
Today's mountains are just a kind of nostalgia, hidden in a ravine, hiding under a tree, looking up at the sky, touching the sunset, and the pain left over from those years has gradually taken root.
When I returned, the mountains were still the same, the winter was still the same, the sunset was still the same, but there was no longer a need for lovesickness and no need for sorrow.
It's just that the sorrow hidden in the verses of the past day will always inadvertently wet the brow.
Suzhu 2022 in Mian County
This article is the 17th chapter of Su Zhu's long prose poem "The Tea Fragrance of Life", with a total of 80 chapters. Welcome to the bamboo poetry review column "Bamboo Garden Poetry - Idyllic Years, Poetic Life". Original works, infringement is strictly prohibited.