Behind the scenes of time
◎ Haoyu
The sun is setting
Where the last flowers bloomed, I was in one
In the afternoon, watch as the sun sets
Some winds are blowing softly at the moment
The greenery of spring is better than the scorching midday sun
It's more comfortable and people are enjoying it
A day of leisure, like this sunset
Beautiful blooms in the skyline
No clouds, blue sky
to be your partner in this life
Homing
The cold wind was a little bit overcast at the moment
The snow on the mountains can also be seen white
Where I was passing, a flock of birds
Ramming the treetops indiscriminately, the ground was already there
Covered with dry poop, it should be
It hasn't been cleaned up for a long time, or
This place has long been the home of birds
I was under the tree, and the sound of birdsong drove away
With a slight chill, I stared blankly
At the moment I am like them, tired after a hard day
Quietly, waiting for the night to come
In the rain, hold out in winter
At this moment, the rain is very thin
This winter, It seems that XiaoSer has become the norm
There was not a single figure, nor was the street across the street
It's been a long rest, and my hair looks like it
Crazy like, waiting with the days
The horn, as it used to be, was only recent
It was earlier, and I was all in a dream
Vaguely heard, went downstairs to do nucleic acid testing
Getting up is very fast, afraid of affecting others
Winter's persistence, but today I'm early
I don't know if it was the sound of trumpets or the sound of rain calling me
Maybe it was in the rain, the persistence of that winter day
A pre-dawn light swept over me
Begonias are drunk in spring breeze
What we passed was spring, the sound of the wind
It's like yesterday's talk.
We passed the bloom of begonias, the colors of the flowers
Like pouring out love.
I say this is like the clothes you wear
I say this time, just like you said
You say that begonia blossoms are more beautiful than others
You say a faint elegance, like a slightly drunk returnee
Everything is like begonias blooming in the spring
Everything is like this moment, the world is worth it
Behind the scenes of time
sometimes
A morning is a time
transmigration
Everything has its own appearance
All very silent
It was as if last night had dripped into the night
The fog condensed, all on time
Faded back
Then for a moment, I heard
The laughter of time, the water all begins
rippling
There are some cracks that arise at this moment
Just as you bow your head and smile
Lean over and look at the flowers
Some goodness is interspersed like this
Behind the scenes of time
If
If you see wildflowers in autumn, please don't
With a little sympathy, complete the prelude to life for them
If your feet are bound by fallen leaves, please take a step back
Gently pick them up and put them back into their mother's arms
If a swarm of ants is in front of the rain, store for yourself
Food for the continuation of life
If some rain has fallen early, kind people
Somewhat chilly in the rain
At this moment, you feel that everything is moving naturally
Please receive this time period, and the encounter in time
If everything was warm, I would only wish for a lifetime
Be an ordinary person and love your life well
Breaking ground
After the rain, such a refreshing time
September has a unique love. mushroom
Put on the flower coat, and the moss breaks out of the ground
Life is on the horizontal axis of time, nature
And yes. There's nothing better than that
You see, what we find in the subtleties
They put the nature of nature, in that moment
Give it to us, this time
I feel like I'm with them
There is a light of humanity
late autumn
Something uncertain is quietly going on
Speaking, the prologue of life is a little thin at this moment
The leaf returned to her mother's arms, and I was there
Where the roots of the tree meet the earth
Looking up at autumn, autumn is already deep.
How similar the weather is to me
How consistent this season is with the human world
I have a warm person in the world
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In the depths of winter, such a morning
Last night's dream had not yet woken up, and there was a little on the way
People, some frost flowers are quiet at the moment
Waiting to melt, the bridge was full
The leaves that fall at night, the birds precede
I arrived and was here alone
And the fish of Mirror Lake, we don't know
Talked about something, like yesterday
The wind blew through everyone's faces, nothing
Nothing was left.
Haoyu is a post-90s native of Jingchuan, Gansu, currently living in Xi'an, a member of the Shaanxi Youth Literature Association, a member of the Poetry Club of "Wind Man Lou", and loves poetry and photography.