There is no solution to the knot
Tang Yaohui
I'm out of red dust
Not a flower or a leaf!
But the mother's face was seen for a long time
Those dead hands
Cover up the will of the hot I want to go
Kissing your face is not enough
Time
There are very few times when I have you in my heart
But a lot belongs to others
I'll be sure to look for your shadow
But on the field where the breeze blew
It's like a dream
Fleetingly
Can't contain the misty eyes of tears
Always want to hear your nagging
Always want to eat a bowl of hot rice you make
Teachings live forever in the mind
But I didn't see it
The boy who served the bowl
About the Author:
Tang Yaohui, Liao Ji Village, Qishou Town, Qinzhou District, Tianshui City, is a lover of poetry.