How will I look for your lost sighs, your lonely footprints from which poem

It's Chen Jingrong's window.

One. Your window.

Open to the sun, open to the blue sky of April;

Why cover it with heavy curtains, so that the spring breeze slips through like smoke?

How I will look.

Those lonely footprints, in front of your quiet window;

How I will look.

My sigh of loss?

Let the starry sky be silent.

Bring you my nostalgia, and also bring you worry-free sleep;

And I, like a stranger, silently walked past your window.

【Modern Poem "Window"】 Chen Jingrong's "Window" Two Poems (1) Your window opens to the sun and opens to the blue sky in April Why cover it with heavy curtains Let the spring breeze slip through like smoke? How will I look for those lonely footprints in front of your silent window How will I look for my lost sighs? Let the starry sky in the quiet night bring you my nostalgia and bring you a worry-free sleep And I, like a stranger, silently walked past your window (2) The desert locks your window Locks my sunshine The heavy curtain cuts off the gaze Leaving the evening breeze like an old man Whispering on the house Far away You take your light that shines through my shadow I am alone in the endless dusk I have restless sleep And the bitter cold of winter And my window opens to the night Open to the silent starry sky.

Your window opens to the sun.

Sail into the blue sky of April.

Why cover it with heavy curtains?

Let the spring breeze slip through like smoke?

How I will look.

Those lonely footprints.

In front of your quiet window.

How I will look.

My sigh of loss?

Let the starry sky be silent.

I'll bring you my nostalgia.

It also brings you a worry-free sleep.

And I was like a stranger.

Silently walk past your window.

b) The empty desert locks your window.

Lock me in the sun.

The heavy curtain cut off the gaze.

Leave the evening breeze like an old man.

The phantom is on the house.

Far away, you take it with you.

He who shines through my shadows.

Your beacon. I'm lost alone.

Endless twilight.

I have restless dreams.

with the bitter cold of the middle of winter.

And my window. Drive into the night.

Open to the silent starry sky.

Isn't it this The first time I read this poem Haha The words are conservative and the thoughts are restrained Don't talk about the rest I'll tell you the window here.

Obviously, the window here is only the author's expectation of light and the fantasy of ideals, and he uses the window to express his lost state of mind in reality, which can be seen from the emptiness that locks your window, locks my sun, etc., and the various ideals of the window, and finally utters a sentence, This sentence is the poet's endless disappointment and sorrow for reality, and my window opens to the night, and opens to the silent starry sky.

Read Chen Jingrong's poem "The Window".

1) Your heart has been opened, why can't I see it?

Why do I have to eat behind closed doors?

The spring breeze and the moon are willows, but I am the only one who is sad.

Once, in front of your window, I silently wandered, I hope that the bright moon will decorate your window, but it will not enter your dreams and disturb you.

The dew in the night slipped down at dawn.

2) People go to the empty building and see the window with people.

It is inevitably empty, and it is inevitable that it is like the evening breeze.

Your smiling face is like a sunflower, blooming in the bright sunshine, I can't see it.

Your carefree sleep, my restless sleep;

You are in the April day of the earth, and I am in the bitter cold of winter;

Your heart is open to the sun and the blue sky, and my window is open only to the night and to the stars.

The answer adds sorry, but it's the following.

One of your windows. Drive to the sun.

Sail into the blue sky of April.

Why cover it with heavy curtains?

Let the spring breeze slip through like smoke?

How I will look.

Those lonely footprints.

In front of your quiet window. How I will look.

My sigh of loss?

Let the starry sky be silent.

Bring you my nostalgia, and also bring you worry-free sleep;

And I, like a stranger, silently walked past your window.

Two empty deserts lock your window.

Lock me in the sun.

The heavy curtain cut off the gaze.

Leave the evening breeze like an old man, and the quiet throat is on the house.

Far away, you take it with you.

He who shines through my shadows.

Your beacon. I'm lost alone.

Endless twilight.

I have restless dreams.

with the bitter cold of the middle of winter.

And my window. Open to the night, open to the silent starry sky.

Chen Jingrong's "Window" two songs.

One of your windows.

Drive to the sun. Sail into the blue sky of April.

Why cover it with heavy curtains?

Let the spring breeze slip through like smoke?

How I will look.

Those lonely footprints.

In front of your quiet window.

How I will look.

My sigh of loss?

Let the starry sky be silent.

I'll bring you my nostalgia.

It also brings you a worry-free sleep.

And I was like a stranger.

Silently walk past your window.

b) The empty desert locks your window.

Lock me in the sun.

The heavy curtain cut off the gaze.

Leave the evening breeze like an old man.

The phantom is on the house.

Far away, you take it with you.

He who shines through my shadows.

Your beacon. I'm lost alone.

Endless twilight.

I have restless dreams.

with the bitter cold of the middle of winter.

And my window. Drive into the night.

Open to the silent starry sky.