Old photos modern poetry

(1) Old photos

Time. Cooking a leaf

From tender to green to yellow

Chlorophyll persists

Did not survive the cold autumn

The top of Mount Tai. Sanskrit pulls a tree to stand

The sky is the shadow of the tree

Black and white find their place in the wind

I learn to find this tree

Fold myself with the tree

To this day, I am still allergic to yellow

Some faded images stubbornly manage a piece of land

But I don’t know whether the memory can survive

Anyway, I have to rely on old photos to restore my memory

(2) Yellowed photos

I let it go Myself

Has time let me go?

Has night let me go?

Has the vine on the road let me go?

I even See, I didn’t let go of a piece of paper

The memory was accidentally hidden in the paper

As thin as paper

It disappears when the wind pulls it Without a trace

Let’s frame it with an outline

I know it’s just a shadow

What a pity, what a pity

That’s a blessing The boy in the stream

The stream he was crossing was turning yellow

His face was also yellowed

I could only vaguely see a look

Still bright

Looking at me doubtfully