autumn

Time to bite a bite of maple leaves

It’s late autumn.

Quick knives in memory

It was the one that my mother used to wash with moonlight.

At that time, wheat and me

Are the poems written by my mother.

A dream for more than ten years, when I wake up

I found myself lying in an ancient city called Tianshui.

Gloomy sky, the sun is very pale

Poetic days are very thin

I am lying in my shadow

Looking at the autumn words dripping on the tree

Autumn, it’s time to harvest it.

My pale face, it says

- I am speechless

Third grade of Hongxing Road, Xingyi City, southwest Guizhou, Guizhou: Chen C Fruit