Poetry display of Jiangzhou literary ancient locust tree

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-02-03

Sit on the day of the autumnal equinox

Ancient locust tree. Put down the Book of Songs in your hand

The stars blinked and looked at me from the sky.

Outside the window, the autumn rain poured down all day.

Things in the rain are getting clearer.

They are so quiet.

It is as if the hustle and bustle of waiting for summer has been baptized by the autumn rain.

The day of the autumnal equinox. The irritable heart calmed down.

I cleaned my mind again.

Those endless scriptures.

Suddenly there is the tenderness of a pampas reed.

Luhua dang.

In this world, there is only huddle together.

No one or the other, but one by one.

All of them held flowers and walked with me in the golden autumn.

I don't think about anything anymore.

Those useless worries.

The wind blew away, and there was nothing left.

In life, there must be an afterlife.

Early.

Found that the light on the corner of the stairs forgot to turn on last night.

Such a sentence comes to mind.

I'm going to push it open.

I'm going to turn it off again in a moment.

Walk through the hallway. Tell your family it's all about sesame points.

Write accidents into stories.

Time flows. Walking under the lamp, reading and writing.

Something dark under the lights.

Thought it was over. Actually, it's just the beginning of what was just written.

Silent.

A leaf escapes from the forest.

Occupy a corner of the night sky.

Feel a drop of autumn morning dew.

Extrude from the larger drop.

Fall into the dust.

The moon hangs in the sky.

Light and shadow cast on the earth.

A little more lemon shines on the body.

Gentleness, drowning me.

Far from home. Who will feed the heart of a wanderer?

Cold wind and cold rain.

Fallen leaves look for a home.

Field, a gift from heaven.

When I met it, I held it in my hand.

The people suddenly realized when they arrived at the twilight.

Failure is a step to success.

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