Wind bows its head and sets fans into motion
Moonlight reaches out
To uncover the pot cover of the past events
Stars are like a plate of boiled dumplings
Yearning gropes its way at night
And once again carries my hometown before my eyes
I bite out of my dream
A coin
2返乡
每一颗心
都是射向故乡的箭
身体里长出飞翔的翅膀
像只鸟被注定的命运
折腾来折腾去
攥一张车票
在聚与散之间
往返
Returning Home
By WEI Yanlie
Every heart
Is an arrow shot at the native land
Flight wings have grown out of bodies
Like a destined bird
Tossing to and fro
Squeezing a ticket
Shuttling
Between reunion and separation
Fallen leaves remind people again and again
That all words that have nothing to do with life
must be eliminated
Autumn wind will hollow out all decorations
Leaving nothing but a pallor
To the sky
The sunset with a trace of regret
Swallows
Its last breath
The sun is attempting to evoke a few past events
out of a fallen leaf
The wind
By taking advantage of my unpreparedness
Has blown my melancholy out through the door crack
Everything that should come has come in accordance with the solar terms
With you as the only exception
The path is like an air-dried sausage
Filled with nostalgia
The tip of wind's dagger
Stabs into the depth of night
Bundles of moonlight
Pile on the corner of walls
Several drops of past events are emptied off the wine cup
Dreams are lost
In the growing thickness of snow
Haze is like a pustule
Pieced by the late rain
The sunlight is meekly
Lying on the meadow in front of the door
Licking dusk
The cold wind has taken the opportunity to slip in through a crack in the door
The moon mends a lovesickness
Picked up and dragged out of an old house
He is squatting at a wall corner
Having been bled white by life
He is like a pile of clay
molded into a human image by wind
Which reminds me of my future image just too early
At one call
A hundred gather in response
Once a whistle for emergency assembly blows
Every leaf becomes a weapon for charging
Flowers are adept at using beauty tricks
While thunder and lightning excel in
Making a feint to the East but attacking in the West
Following instructions
Birds bring back one cipher telegram after another
As easy as blowing off dust
Banners of profusion of colors
Have been erected all over the reaches of the Grand River.
The Luo River overwhelms with milk-like water
Clusters of green galore
Have fattened one mountain after mountain
The setting sun is crushing madly
A small town
Which has stowed the most beautiful geomancy in the world
For seclusion
Every word
Unfortunately
Has been infected with a virus
Picking and selecting
I fail to find a clean word
To express my internal grief
The moment a poem starts
A teardrop wells up
To act as a full stop
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