Modern Poetry (Outing)

(i)

The mountains of the southwest have feelings

The trees on the mountain are always in tears

The fallen flowers on the surface of the water are blown away by the autumn wind

White clouds float under the water

Schools of fish chase the clouds

Who's the girl's singing

Like a breeze echoing in the mountains

The smoke from the village rises

My heart flooded with autumn words

Between the eyebrows are the amorous autumn colors

Souls are scattered between mountains and rivers

In the wilderness on the outskirts

There is an indescribable poetry in my heart

(ii)

Twilight pulled me forward

Have I really put this overflowing view?

Collect all yours in your heart?

Helplessly embarking on the return journey back to the dry city

My heart is full of mountains and rivers on the outskirts

Green leaves and yellow flowers

It is only tender and fragrant in the wilderness

I don't know about my next outing

It will wait for centuries

For the rest of my life

Can you still meet the Mid-Autumn Festival next month?