Lonely Shadow. Author: Yupiao Qing Lotus Fragrance (Henan Yu Xiaohe).
Distant mountains, like a lonely boat floating on the ocean.
Look at your own shadow, disagree, reconcile.
When the storm swept in.
It steadied its footing, calmed its breath, and showed its iron bones.
The cliffs are cold and smoky.
Cover deep valleys, stone steps, rivers.
It also covers the greenery and flower buds in my heart.
Ren sprouted thoughts died in his heart.
An ant carries the food of life.
Crawl between the ravines of the cliff face.
Falling, getting up. In a prostrate manner.
Pondering the shuttle horn of life.
The withered yellow grass is like a barren dream.
Torn into pieces and dregs by the hands of time.
Still clinging to the remaining roots.
Struggling and swimming in the crest of the earthly storms.
And I, standing in the wasteland of life.
It's like a stake, lonely and confused.
There are bleeding wounds hidden in the body.
and the light of forbearance, stubbornness, and perseverance.
Night. Author: Yupiao Qing Lotus Fragrance (Henan Yu Xiaohe).
The silver filaments of the moonlight fall in the embrace of the lake.
A wisp of summer breeze soothes the face of the night.
Lake, like a persistent old man.
Embrace the tide of life.
The palm of the water holds up the lotus flower's waist.
The body fragrance of the lotus.
Scented with the night breeze, moonlight, and vegetation.
Let everything be peaceful and calm.
A stake sticks poking out of the water.
Practice meditation in the crook of the water's arm.
With wooden bones, endure the loneliness of the night.
Try to seek a zen machine.
A waterfowl chirps in the night.
Looking back, the eyes were swallowed up by the night.
Loneliness is like a net.
Bound the wings of the mind.
At this moment, I am on the sketch of the years.
Splash ink, painful verses.
It's like a sharp arrow piercing the heart of longing.
Tears, wet the splendor of the night.
Keep watch. Author: Yupiao Qing Lotus Fragrance (Henan Yu Xiaohe).
The desire of the green vine to capture the castle of the stone wall.
Entanglement, hurt, and unwillingness are all in vain.
Only in the wind and rain to watch, depend, forbearance.
in order to show the unique beauty to the world.
A little bird stands on the branch of the years.
Unyielding in the barren heart.
Expectation, hope. In a watchful posture.
Sing to brighten the gloom of life.
The sunset is gentle, and the earth is silent.
Two trees that depend on each other, looking at each other, supporting each other, and holding each other.
In the blue sky of each other's lives.
With perseverance and loyalty, engrave the territory of love.
The old stone steps are covered with scars.
Just like a watchful woman, lonely.
Melancholy, persistent. The undercurrent of wind and clouds in the body.
Drowned in the multiplicity of fate.
The world is thin and cold, and love is broken.
And I, what kind of gaze should I have.
Mood, posture. Tear down the shackles of the mind.
Watch the spring of life.
Author: Rain drifts clear lotus. Another pen name: Yu Xiaohe.