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Towards Autumn
By Chen Ruizhe
 Chen Ruizhe Solidified north shore
Across the bridge is desolation There is no ditch arranged for sunset And how much sound solidifies If you dip down, it's water. The hiding place of the raven's old feather You go forward and skirt the willow tree There are your new fallen objects on the inky beach If you're willing to go deep He changed colors and tried to be clear Even if he whimpers and saves you The footprints you left behind will eventually be blurred When you stop at the foot of the pavilion How many eyes see you like them Know your own shortcomings Don't divide words in black and white Go out there and write about you Open the first glimpse of silence Panqiaohua Do you know that climbing the bridge faces the black paint iron grille You know, the place where you stay is not a natural mud cliff Don't pay attention to the bird song, but it's higher than the horn I only care about the mud print, but the white flower You kissed the clay walls Say goodbye to his cover You hold on to the old beams And I have to show my branches Close up, the sky has been dark for many days No more beautiful than the moon before I have heard a voice full of melancholy words Laugh better than before Wheel over the velvet with a pointing wheel Pointing red light whistle blowing sand You can see dark words, people, cars, deep pressure Wait for fade Waiting for you to paint the white flowers of dust and mud Segmented silk If you give me a piece of silk Not thin or thick Everything is transparent I'll take the chair and sit at the top of the stairs No wrinkles A thousand shadows can stay When I met you, you were walking around Nanqiu I didn't mean to ask you when I knew you Touched a few layers of willow The year before last The white dog plays happily and barks from the stairs When you come again The empty platform is full of vegetation I know everything goes in autumn Stay here. Come on, green will still be green You divide a piece of silk into the sky I go out, leaves stay I've never seen such a reunion Su Yun, 16 years old, is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society and a young poet. His works are published in more than ten countries. He has published his poetry collections 《Yang Fa Wan Wu》and 《Rui Yu Zhe Si》 in China and India 《WITH ECSTASY OF MUSINGS IN TRANQUILITY》 |
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