Your Name

The drizzling rain, the lonely little paper boat, who’s far away, leaning on the shore in my dream? My naughty dream, it writes your name quietly into my poem.

Thinking that the North Wind made my head White, snow, Moon, wind, and flower years old, it should have already been blown away by the wind? If you still remember, you have also left a cranreuch on your temples for those long-lasting noes.

Perhaps this is the warmest picture in the world. If you and I recite a person’s name gently, that name will definitely be the most beautiful poem in the world.

If reading you is like reading a book, I am willing to go through every sentence of yours to understand your most beautiful smile and deepest sorrow.

Years will constantly thicken the book, and I can always interpret the mood of each story with confidence. With you, there is no need to say anything. Just, gently and delicately, read your name and a poem.

Your name!

The Weeping Willow around April refers to your name, which blows the vitality of Yangchun; The Lotus of the pavilion in July is your name, depicting the painting of summer; The burning red maple in October, it is your name, and the poetry of autumn is blooming; The snow that is covered with the Earth every month is your name, which is the purity of winter.

Your name is written in a poem on the page of my four-season reincarnation.

Poems written for a century, your name. I think of you, miss you, taste you! Think of You, the cool breeze in the end of the sky, the spring trees in the twilight of you, and the white dews of you.

Perhaps, when you wake up in a dream, the boat approaching will eventually disappear. Fortunately, a volume of poetry, your name, accompanied by my morning clock and Twilight drum.

Your name, my poem

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