Prose poems about the wind, modern prose poems Wind .

A Windy Day (Prose Poem).

Listen to the rain in the west building. On windless days, the piano hangs on the tree, as lonely as the tree. The strings that have been reluctant to play for many years have long since frozen, and the songs and melodies have long since fallen asleep. Watching people come and go, those who cross their eyes are all passers-by. Who will sit on the ground and listen to me play a song of mountains and rivers?

You're here, your gentle gaze brushing the ends of my hair, looking back inadvertently, and striking my dusty strings.

It's as if everything is fate, destined to meet you on a moonlit night. The temple of my soul is lit with candles, and the sky of my soul is constantly singing. How I want to weave you a wedding dress with white roses, take you by the hand and walk through the carpet paved with red roses, to the marriage bed in the moonlight, and let you be my bride for the rest of my life.

On a windless day, I sat alone under a tree and listened to love flow like a silver waterfall under the moon. Spread out my wine glass and imagine how the kite in my dream would fly in the sky of my mind. A glass of wine overflows an endless river, and the more you drink, the more you drink.

It's always at this time to get drunk, it's always at this time to believe that there's an eternity, it's always at this time to believe that there's a seed sprouting under your feet.

Once love has life, once the heart has lit a flame, who can stop it? In the past, I also went to you, only you depended, now I think about it, and the rain is also faint. When you plant a tree, you think you have a forest, you receive a small piece of sunshine, you think you embrace the whole sun, oh, what an easily satisfied heart, and you have been tormented by love for a long time.

I really don't dare to let you walk into dreams again, too many dreams have made you an illusory shadow, I'm afraid that my palm can't grasp this unbearable sweetness.

Because I know that no matter how far away I am, I will wake up from my dreams. When I woke up, I saw that the bridge was still there and the river was still flowing. Tonight, I don't stare in the direction of a planet because I know that stars will fall sometimes.

Everything is after extinction, everything is before the resurrection, the past is difficult to stay, the present is also difficult to remember, love is as light as a chrysanthemum, love is as light as the moon. Because my palms can't hold too much heaviness. Maybe I'll choose a morning and walk quietly down the path full of neem flowers.

The poems written for you are silently smeared, and the lamps lit for you are quietly blown out. Even if I am so affectionate, I will not mention it to you again.

One. It's been a long time since my boat was docked on the shore, and I don't know how many years have passed since I came here.

I forgot why I was here, as if it was just a momentary curiosity, or a distant decision?

The wind was howling this morning, and my damp soul was lightened again.

I think of many of my plans, and I used to want to go to so many islands far away.

What blindfolded me? What makes my feet heavy?

Now that noon had come, the sun was scorching, and the clouds seemed to have evaporated into powder.

Who is calling me, waking me up from my sleeping couch?

Why did the wind hoarse and staggering outside the door like a disheartened old man?

I'm going to look for my ship, and I bet you'll still be there, if ......If you have disappeared into the desert, please forgive me, forgive me for not saying goodbye.

Then I will go to a distant place alone, with our common dream, to find the legendary river, to the sea, to the far and far away. on the islands.

Two. When will I find you? Am I going in the wrong direction and we're drifting apart?

Every day, I see the sun shining brightly, and I want to look at you like this, your great planet!

Am I going to be in the Colosseum until I get old? Once I slept in a dream, where did you say you were taking me?

The fields where flowers once bloomed and fell, is it a noisy market? The stars blink at night, and there is still a cold wind sighing ......

Three. Let those who should come come, for I know that what is right to go is what is to come.

Don't cry, the one we love never leaves.

Today, I think of many flown years, and I can barely remember what they looked like,......

But I am joy and sorrow, I am with me and everything I accompany.

Four. It's too noisy in this street, and here, can you hear all the noise?

Nasty voices interrupted me and I forgot what I was trying to say.

Do the people here know what they want to say?

Perhaps they have forgotten the Word, and the Word has abandoned them on this street.

Five. There are too many bitter wines waiting for me to taste, too many mountains waiting for me to climb.

When I had to stay here, my heart, I could not protect you, please forgive me.

The darkness there overwhelmed me, and the arrows in the shadows wounded you, and I couldn't stop it.

I was in a hurry to take you to the bright spot at the end of the cavern, only to find yourself in the ominous nest of poisonous spiders.

I thought I was strong enough to take you with me, but I ran out of food on the way, and I had to take you back to a prison of deprivation.

My heart, I beg your forgiveness for not being able to protect you when I had to stay here.

One. Why do you always come to me with a ** sound.

Stepping on the melody of a desolate and sad auspicious stool.

Stepping on my weeping heart.

With the bitter wind and rain, he sang to me lightly.

It brings me a touch of melancholy.

Yingying's melancholy, lingering sadness.

Tears in my eyes.

Let my belt widen and I will not regret it.

Because, I miss you.

Two. Why is it always in the snowflakes flying all over the sky.

In the middle of nowhere.

I looked at the hazy mountain town from afar.

Because. The mysterious snow-capped mountains.

I'm fascinated. I want to walk into you, appreciate you, and feel you.

The green bamboo forest covered with snow.

It is the cradle of my dreams.

I want to step into you, shake you awake, read you.

Three. Why do you always walk inadvertently in the autumn maple forest?

Freeze under the stars of the autumn moon.

Darkly, I always want to go back to that autumn.

In the last shivering afterglow of the setting sun.

The autumn that met you.

In that desert, the autumn that gives life an oasis.

The autumn that makes mellow and beautiful sake.

The autumn that jumps over the valley and flows across the river.

Because, that autumn is in my blood.

Deeply etched in my years.

Four. Why do you always fall on the tip of my heart in the haze?

Stir up my spirituality.

Evoke my sense of spring.

Swing my fantasies.

This eternal vain is ethereal.

It's both real and illusory.

I will spend my whole life and so on.

Waiting for you in every miserable day, without regrets.

Don't be agitated by sensational winds.

Lose yourself. Don't make a mistake again and again.

And worried.

Borrow your attachment to whitewash me.

Confused emotions.

Can you walk through the mud of the years.

Stop for a moment and smile at your voice.

Engraved in the heart. How to identify in a trance.

The concentration of love. It is difficult to give birth to a warm sun on a cooled day.

When lost to helplessness.

Compassion is hard to put into words.

Omit many words.

Still speechless relatively.

There was a thought of pity.

I can't find the soil to grow it today.

Spring is determined to let out the wind.

Render endless feelings.

Green all over the land. Brilliant colors.

Re-blending. Magnificent rivers and mountains.

Round draft When the lake is level and quiet.

The wind continued to blow. The figure of the setting sun.

Like a tree without roots.

Swallows skimmed across the gray sky.

and tall rooftops.

Herringbone symbols.

It's like an oracle bone flying through time and space.

I want to go back like this.

Loaded with food from a foreign land.

His head rests on the restless railroad tracks.

Looking at the familiar Beidou.

Until tears flowed.

Dog barking in the wee hours of the morning.

Disturbing this sleepless night.

As if alive. It was many years ago.

At that time, the flowers bloomed very well.

The moon was round at that time.

The wind continued to blow. Let the turbid years become clearer and clearer.

and the bleak silhouette of the hometown.

I saw it clearly. People are still kind.

and those who look far away from a foreign land. Reed.