Poetry East Wind Broken
Author: Muzi
A lamp of sorrow and loneliness,
Standing in the window flashing;
I pretended behind the door,
Saw nothing.
You haven't gone far yet,
The old land is like a replay;
The moon is fuller and lonelier,
Midnight awake candle fire.
You can't bear to blame me,
A pot of clear tea drifting;
It is difficult to enter the throat at the end of the world,
As if I hadn't drunk enough.
After you turn around and go,
Warm memories miss thin;
Strips of water flow eastward,
How to steal time?
The flowers bloom once and mature,
I missed reaching out;
Who's using that lute?
Play a song to break the east wind.
It is difficult to distinguish between cause and effect,
Years peel off the walls;
Seeing when I was a child,
Man is as thin as the yellow flower;
They are still very young,
And now the sound of the piano is quiet.
My bitter waiting,
You're doomed to never hear it.
Falling maple leaves,
Dye the story;
The ending is seen through by me,
And why worry about the white head.
The ancient road outside the fence,
Like a fairy hand;
I'll lead you through,
The smoke and grass are over the years.
Even say goodbye,
They are all silent.