Pain is the seed of love, floating through thousands of rivers and mountains, and will continue to take root and sprout
Love is a person's story, even if it is laughed at, it cannot be whisked away
I often wonder what makes us so far apart, so far away from each other's worlds that we have disappeared.
And what makes us so close, in a casual moment, meet.
We are two little birds in the vast sky, once perched in one place, and scattered in all directions. I searched and waited for the place where I met, but finally I didn't hear from me.
So he flew to a farther and farther place, not wanting to go to that place again, so as not to evoke painful memories.
However, pain is the seed of love, even if it floats through thousands of rivers and mountains, it will continue to take root and sprout in the heart.
There are no flowers and no fruits, no joy and no sweetness, some are just sighs hidden in the heart, and they dare not say and know in the indelible.
So all love is a person's story, and after years and years, even if it is used as a joke, it cannot make itself go away.
So it is searching, quietly seeking, in the vast sky, our wings are aimless, but longing to meet.
Suzhu 2022 in Mian County
This article is the 31st 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.