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I trace back time prose poem

I am looking for a place to live in the quiet autumn, where there are no blue curtains

The colors are smeared with the passing years, and the time is mottled back to the past

Which kind of mellow wine has the dark fragrance? Looking for the gaps in the years to mend

The sky is covered with blue crystal, and the fields are full of sheep and trees

People get lost in the abyss of the journey, and the journey has its ups and downs

The fence is gentle The rings of the year, the golden wounds are exposed in autumn

The shadow lingers under a flower, and the melancholy is crumbling

The rest of my life is vast and full of thoughts, the rainy night in the attic is a ten thousand acres of lake

Where are you coming from? Catching a wisp of cloud and smoke in the world

Looking at the lotus cloud to know the direction, I witnessed a dream under the water

The reef tore the seaweed body, I woke up from the old world and read quietly

Lonely and dejected, the island is far away, whether to travel a long way or not to find the way again

Sitting opposite the flowers to meet the soul, whether the wind will blow away the dewdrops

The epitaph is engraved on the stone passed down from generation to generation, and the number of spiritual practices is illuminated in the distance< /p>

Writing secret poems in winter, the sun dances with me instantly

The memory of the green grass is lost the next day, time brings up the oil lamp dirt

At this time, the journey will call you, frost The throat is blocked after the snow

The voice is peeling off in the apocalypse, the fingertips are trembling in the will book

The tears are hoarse and dancing in the wind, the watery eyes are gazing and the heart is speaking

The reed flowers are swaying life Song, once warm on this road

A kind of autumn song without words, light into blue and lingering long and long

A few lines of text trace the time, the green years and life are cool

< p> Look at the beautiful refraction of the sun, it seems like the passing of time today

The alley is quiet and I feel comfortable, remembering the past to clarify the future