【Spring returns to March, death】
Author: South Wind Source: Tang in the smoke wave
The peach blossoms of Yanmo began to bloom, as brilliant and colorful as Xiaxia. In the silent years, the flowers are blooming, the moon is shining, I see you write down one address after another with the leaves, and you have stored the past among the clouds, and in the afternoon of spring and March, I see you eyebrows as before, and the years are as old as ever.
The first time I read Zhang Zao's poems, I fell in love with his ethereal and beautiful words. From "Looking out the window, as long as I remember the regrets in my life, plum blossoms will fall all over the South Mountain" to "The hills outside the door are silent, this is the tenth month of my love, my time married to a shadow".
Zhang Zao, I don't know who has entered your poetry line in the most beautiful years and become a string of symbols in your poetry; who has lived in your simple daily life at the end of the bustling place, and glimpsed the bright sky in the distance. Whoever is in the heart of your life, a good life, long-term hidden; who is in your floating life, shallow joy, not hurried, not busy.
I think that the encounter between us must be in the bustling spring. You write the past into a long piece of paper in the rain of smoke; you twist the falling flowers and write the past like smoke in the faint spring breeze.
Walking on the strangeness of time, no one will be an island. We will meet many interesting souls, and it feels like meeting an old friend who has not been seen for many years, falling in love at first sight, and saying goodbye.
Zhang Zao's poems are elegant and refined. Everyone has memories, and likewise, everyone has some regrets in their lives. These things are always regrettable. Some, perhaps, can still be made up today, but most of them are often a foregone conclusion. These regrets, under Zhang Zao's pen, turned into plum blossoms that fell on the South Mountain, and the beauty was almost sad.
So someone wrote: I don't wait for you, I wait for plum blossoms to fall all over the South Mountain. Regrets? No regrets. Spring returns to March, find out Zhang Zao's poems, wait for the plum blossoms to fall, and wait for the deceased to return.
About the Author
Nanfeng: Born in a small town in Shaanxi, likes to read, likes the poet Shu Ting, index finger. Love all the good in the world.
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