[A poem N years ago] Miss the second poem of Taishan in May, xxxx

Preface

Miss Taishan in May, xxxx

(1)

I am standing high
See smoke in the distance
City covered
I often think silently
I don't know where you are

Waking hours
Float in the dark
Your blurred shadow
Trembling in an instant
Hit my cold heart

Red and green
I move through with a smile
A proud heart
Silence in loneliness
Go far in loneliness

Close the door in the dark
In this way, separate
Embark on the road of returning
Often miss the roadside
A clear Creek

(2)

Imagine walking
Or up
Or down

You give me a hand
I gently hold
Our first-level, first-level
Counting the steps below

Looking at the roadside scenery
That's good.
Take a photo for you
Keep your smile forever

You accidentally turned around
Those days were far away.
Your smile gradually fades in your heart
Ask if the photo is safe.

One night of a day
Sitting under the lamp, I thought slowly
There is a kind of feeling called Walking
Or that day's mountain road