Say goodbye to yesterday
I patted the dust on my body
Tidy up the sleeves
Touch your face with your left hand
Still there
Brush your hair with your right hand
Sparse hairs
Grit your teeth
Use the last wisp of autumn wind before winter
Intercept for a while
Say goodbye to the past
Pack your bags and go
After
The gestation of spring
The heat of summer
Autumn harvest
Calmly wait
look for
Fit the soul
together
Run for the next season
Winter is coming
Spring must not be far away
About author:Li Haixuan, male, undergraduate culture, pen name Shui's philosophy, Henan Tanghe people. In 1991, when he was studying at the Third Division of Nanyang, he began publishing poetry at the age of 16. Life is poetry, poetry is life, and I love the sound of ants walking through stones.