Moon traces
Liu Xiao
Waiting
This huge and bright word
Lift the light frost on the feathers
And so on, all the sounds become the sounds of wooden fish
Who hears elm
Knock on your own rings over and over again
It has summers that can't go back
It crosses the water
In the deep perception of the cockroach, there is no limit
The stone also waits in the softness
Your confession, swimming out of the bright body of the trilobite
and tides
Writing poets say poems:
The festive atmosphere gradually dissipated, sitting on the stone steps and watching the moon alone.
It's like a bright word. What is waiting for it.
Only silence can contain everything. Everything uses the same voice.
Moonlight is like frost.
The seasons are always reincarnated in such coldness, and so are our thoughts and longings.
The silence and whiteness of the moment may prompt us to ask our hearts again and again. Those past and future, those pursuits and losses, in the boundless time and space, may be small, but they have never lost their meaning.
We have all expressed ourselves to the world in a unique language.
We have indeed left our own solid footprints on the earth, but we have also had wanderings, struggles, and detours.
Everything in the moonlight is so peaceful, so beautiful.
This regret will be left to the moon to find for us.
Liu Xiao: A native of Weishan, Shandong, he is a teacher who loves new poetry and has many works published in newspapers and periodicals and the media. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society.