Weihe river water poems

The wind blows the Weihe River to the west.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath and stop thinking.

The wind tore me black, pulled me black, and half of me was in place.

-clear water and turbid water, crystal clear.

The wind is light and crazy.

If you want to talk, don't send me anywhere.

I close my eyes, open my head, lower my head and raise my head.

If you go far away without attachments, you won't miss the full moon of that month.

The sun rises in the sky and sets in the west.

People in the underground get up early and come back late.

Too busy to ask who I am.

-always the answer, the so-called personnel are willing to observe more.

Don't ask questions at night and at dawn.

People come and go sooner or later.

Drifting away and dying in the morning.

Truth is two common words and an uncommon word.

Dark clouds are gathering, which indicates that it will rain tomorrow.

I don't rest to find my way to tomorrow.

It's bound to rain. Wash the road clearly.

-Sleepless, there is wine, smoke and expectation

—— Around the early morning of July 23rd, 2020 (Toona sinensis)