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[a].
The taste of the first snow
Author: Ren Shougen
The chill of the first snow fills the air in the early morning.
The reflection of the old B&B in the snow resembles a landscape painting with thick ink.
Flocks of birds are gone.
It is estimated that he went to the south to visit relatives.
The dumpling shop under the early snow actually chewed the taste of summer hot like fire.
There is no spring, summer, autumn and winter in the passion of youth.
No matter how thick the snow is, it can't cover the sprouts of dreams.
The ice cubes hanging from the bridge talk to the river flowing under the bridge.
are all telling the past like a song and smoke.
The boatman's oars squeaked and played a little song of their own choreography.
The shouts of the shopkeeper came and went.
The red face is like two red lanterns hanging from a tall building.
Light up the way forward on a snowy night.
The wild goose used its wings to draw the figure of a clump of trees in the hazy mountains in the distance.
Nocturnes in the tea house floated in the air.
It adds a bit of chill to the moonlit night in winter.
The first snow is here again.
The sound of birdsong is up again.
Can you still walk on the first snow and revisit the dreamy old place?
Listen to the New Year's Eve bells at Hanshan Temple.
[two].
You guys in the old **
Author: Ren Shougen
Looking at the old ** of the classmates.
One by one, you are back to your youthful appearance.
How energetic that is.
What a beautiful hope that it carries.
Looking at the old ** of the classmates.
It's as if you're hearing the guitar sound of yesteryear again.
It's like seeing you on the playground again.
Looking at the old ** of the classmates.
Somehow. My heart became heavy.
Maybe it's lamenting life.
Maybe it's nostalgia for the traces of time.
Maybe it's the cherishing of friendship.
Everyone is drifting in their respective fairways.
Everyone writes their own story with the years.
You who were once the same have become completely different from you.
It is life that changes you.
Or did you change lives.
No matter how different.
Different paths lead to the same end.
May you always remember the fragrant soil of your homeland.
I want to keep me young.
Think about going back in time.
I want to be classmates with you again.
Live innocent and romantic days again.
About author] Ren Shougen, Ph.D. in economics, is a modern poet. The poem "Childhood Days" has won awards and has published nearly 100 poems.