□ Hao Youhua
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The wind is blowing, the leaves are falling
At this moment, there is no time to be sad
Just want to freeze the beauty of the moment
Shooting the joy of shooting, falling
You are floating, I am looking for
You are not too slow, I am anxious
I am afraid of not being able to grasp the tail of autumn
stranded in the rain, unable to get out of the end of the story
is the cause or the result, right or wrong
I don’t ask what year it is today
I am just willing to hold on to the last wisp of warmth in the world
I want to ride the wind and go back, turning into fragrant mud
moisturizing the soil under my feet
I quietly passed by under the tree
afraid of disturbing The meeting between the wind and the leaves
The leaves fall slowly from the tree
accidentally fall between the hair, the lapel
contaminates the dust of the world
The wind sneaks from afar
For some reason, there is an intersection
Then, the leaves fall, the wind walks
falls, it is wither, it is also rebirth
It is a disaster and a practice
At this moment, this second
can only feed the pale soul with memories
longing to live another model of life
Then in the sunset
quietly, slowly, old
Author profile : Hao Youhua, whose pen name is Bingpan (Bai Hao), likes to write, and articles are common to radio newspapers. In 1993, the essay "Female Poet and Tobacco Flavor" won the second prize in the National Invitational Competition of Lu Xun's Literary Creation Annual Meeting. In 1996, the name of a local cultural figure was included in the "Baiyin District Local Chronicles". My favorite sentence is: The poet is ruthless and still writes himself, and the lonely soul has tears and cannot express it!
