If the water years, flowing a long-ago love song
The tears of acacia spilled in the infatuation of perseverance
The light rain is like a veil, the light cage is on the river, the morning wind blows up the ripples on the river surface, the early wild ducks float on the surface of the water in groups, and the quiet river water calms out of the faint thoughts.
I was just a hurried passerby, quietly staring in the quiet rain and quiet water, as if there had been a moment when I had been melted by the tranquility of this river.
What kind of thinking will be clearer than raindrops, what kind of dreams will be more flexible than running water?
On the banks of the river I walked, there was so much softness, like the tenderness of my youth, gently wrapped around the ends of my hair, becoming a period of melancholy that was constantly straightened out.
And in the midst of sorrow, our years of water flow with a long-standing love song.
The song of the morning, sung so faintly, flows from the heart like a trickle of love words, inadvertently condensing all the youth into a drop of rain.
The drop is a tear of acacia, spilled in the obsessive persistence of the past.
Flowing away is a gentle love poem, after every day of thinking about you, precipitated into the love song that is not old now.
Suzhu 2022 in Mian County
This article is the 23rd 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.