Time falls in that rainy and windy season modern poetry

Time always plays an unpredictable role

Tortured in the hurried footsteps of the crowd

Snatched away in casual conversations

Let the little moments of life be filled with notes that are remembered and then faded

The signs of morning and evening are printed on every day

Just like the faint light swaying in front of the case

Flashing endlessly in front of my eyes

The seasons outside the window keep changing time and space in the rain and wind

Deliberately shortening the distance of the flowing light

I The whole body is tightened

In a deserted corner

Every time I turn around and look back

The winding path

Not at the beginning

Nor in the middle

The end has come in the stream of light

Time falls in that windy and rainy season

My heart is no longer excited

There are too many fragments that cannot be sorted out rationally

Nor can they be picked up

Just because

The wind blows suddenly

In Batang, Jiangnan 2016.5.16