So many hazy years, and so clear
Those who are far away are still far away, and those who insist on it are still warm
Let the river wind blow away our faint feelings, in this noonday sun, in a clear way, reveal the peace of mind.
The river is sparkling, the winter fog rises to a thin haze, and the white crane and wild duck slide out of the winter agility on the river, dodging the joy of the world.
We talk about the river and the sun, the warmth of winter and the gentleness of the years, as if it is a melodious melody, and it seems that a few faint birdsong wake up our story.
We sat down in the sun, talking about everything in front of us, as if we wanted to find some lost story, so our thoughts were confused between the river and the blue sky.
There are so many hazy years, all flashing in the memory, and it is so clear.
The longer it is, the clearer the past, but once it hid too much hazy sorrow, just like the confession at that time, when it was time to say and stop, the pain became a long separation and lovesickness.
The breeze blows, the leaves fall, the distant are still far away, and the ones that insist on it are still warm.
Suzhu 2022 in Mian County
This article is the 28th chapter of Su Zhu's long prose poem "The Tea Fragrance of Life", and the full text is 80 chapters. Welcome to the bamboo poetry review column "Bamboo Garden Poetry - Idyllic Years, Poetic Life". Original works, infringement is strictly prohibited.