Poetry, wine and sword song
--------------------2018.03.07 Returning from Beijing
Young Man's Poem
Young Man's Dream
Young Man's Sword
Young Man's Wine
The words in the wine are silent
, the tears on the sword have not dried
, the people in the dream are gone
, the songs in the poems are forever
The shadows under the lights, the babbling
of the river outside the window, and watching
the fireworks of the willows in the water in March,
and listening to the sound of the swaying of the black boat, slowly and
quietly awakened the forgotten thousand-year-old bright moon
under the moon. Elegy
The song has passed away, the prosperity is gone,
only the wine that is still dry is
left, the broken sword, the
broken dream,
a little poem on the slate bridge