□ Hao Youhua
(Pictures are from the Internet)


Walking alone under the night moon, on the Beijing Road Street of Silver , are those thoughts that want to speak but stop, are they lost memories or traces that are lost? In a quick glance, I seemed to see your quietly haggard face on the deserted streets? I am still in the future, how can you bear to grow old? Which leaves left on the branches in winter are the trees that are reluctant to leave or the wind's pursuit? If this is just a disaster in the world, then one heartbreak in a lifetime is enough!
There are very few people who reach the age of a hundred years. They always want to take off their worldly coats under the cover of the night and leave a beautiful picture to accompany you, but the rings of time always pass by the beauty. Deep in the soul, a heart cannot accommodate a world. Even if you use singing to convey warmth, interpret life, and fill the gaps of time with sunshine, you cannot always accompany you and make a gorgeous turn in the cycle of life.
Maybe you are a ray of wind in winter, gently caressing the earth, and use your own situation to lengthen the years inch by inch, but leave only sadness and rest quietly. Are you still waiting for my return under the sand date tree in front of the door? Like many mothers, you never long for me to grow into a towering tree, as long as you are safe and happy. In the distant homesickness, even if I am a grass, in your eyes, I am the most beautiful one.
always passes by time, and the white hair on the head cannot accept the traces left by time. A person walks through the turning streets and alleys alone, and only sees the little things left by the years. Just like the mortal flowers on the side of the road, the charm of another cycle after the withering of the flowers. In the change of time, embrace the warmth of spring, and flourish for a lifetime outside of this season! Living the most beautiful model of life.
Are you still waiting for an appointment with me on WeChat and on the phone? Like many people, you have let go of your impatience and become lazy in the quiet waiting. I don’t know if there will still be the persistence of your youth on the path soaked in the fragrance of soil in your dreams? ...
I care about you from afar with my cold words. That love story of romance and flowers bloomed in the fragrance of words one after another, and it had already settled in the time tunnel. At the end of the whole story, you are a traveler, I am a passerby, and if you miss it, you will be a lifetime.
In the vain waiting, even if I am a cup of heart tea, in your world, I can only be your hurrying encounter!
The moon is warm and beautiful with the night, like a passionate girl, mysterious and solemn. On such a night, I stopped and walked, stopped and went back and forth, and I couldn't get out of the circle I drew for myself. I really want to plan the blueprint of my dreams while the moon is waiting, but I can't stop and want to catch up with the romance of the wind.
Saving it carefully, the time is deep and shallow, and life is ups and downs. Because you cannot find peace of mind without you, I would rather go away alone under the cold moonlight, savor your poems and your photography again and again, ups and downs in your words.
If life is an echo, then is the moment of your words and positioning left behind, your happiness and happiness? Some encounters with are worth savoring for a lifetime! Even if I am a grain of sand in the deep sea, I am also the most beautiful scenery in your life in your journey!
On such a night when I miss you, no matter which direction you and I come from, know the Internet, meet at the station, meet at the sea of people, or the streets and alleys, I understand that without the need for words - the encounter of the soul is the most beautiful fate! As time goes by, lets the soul go to an encounter with fate without an appointment.
After walking, there will always be different scenery; after being tired, there will always be different harvests; after crying, there will always be different stories to accompany you; after being gathered, there will always be different tenderness to stay; after being separated, there will always be different companions and stays. Maybe by accident, you are the strangest and familiar person I am in the fate of being stranded!
Accompanies me to grow old without regrets. Perhaps no matter how good the fate is, it cannot withstand the fleeting time.When meeting, hold your hand and feel the joy of life well and embrace the whole world with gratitude! If you only have two lucky times in your life, then you will meet you once and stay with you until you grow old! I know that even if I am a lonely person, in your life, I am the most beautiful and gorgeous in your years!
Three thousand prosperity, in the blink of an eye, time has quietly slipped away from the tip of your fingers, thanking fate and everyone who met. Because of you in the rings of destiny, my life will be so brilliant in the changes of time; On the cold moonlit night, there is always a warm wick burning for me; on the journey in the distance, there is always someone waiting for my return; in the season of meeting, your unprepared smile softens all the things that should not have been...
Now, I am old and as quiet as a cup of heart tea. If you and I have met or have never met, please come to visit my poems and read books and drink tea with me in the farmhouse cottage.
When you are irritable, go to Yellow River for a walk and fish in the pond; when you are bored, go to the courtyard to raise flowers, feed chickens, ducks, geese, pigs and dogs; when you are depressed, play chess with friends, drink some wine, and brag; when you are panic, go with your hikers to see the scenery in the distance and taste the local snacks; when you are happy, code texts, think of you, take treasures in the book, hold hands with literati, and chat... is not in vain to stay with the years, warmth, shallow walking, and happiness are the most important things.
Author profile : Hao Youhua, whose pen name is Bingpan (Bai Hao), likes writing, 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!
