travel

Whether the sky is crescent moon or sunset,

The wandering heart has been traveling

That old backpack

It has stitches you sewed on it.

Caution and expectation

I lost my old cloth shoes, but I can't lose them

That wheel shines on your moon

In fact, moonlight has been in the Tang Dynasty

Fall into frost

I followed the chirping of the chicken

Jump on Mulan Boat in Song Dynasty

Fight for crossing.

Because the dew turns white from tonight.

I lean under the ancient trees

Listen to the spring flowing through bluestone

The smoke from cooking has no smell of rice

I still think so

Go back to your home

Crossing an empty mountain

Autumn is too thick to be drunk

Footprints from last month

It has become the chrysanthemum of this autumn

The fading fishing fire

Get rid of that awning boat

On a moss-covered stone

A wisp of old autumn wind has fallen

There is also a thin shadow without false rhetoric

Autumn after the rain is gestating, just

Wait until the end of the month to be ripe

The dandelion that is not afraid of cold

There is a shallow sadness in the wind

Open like a walking umbrella with joy

The map you traced with your own hands

Floating clouds meet, but tired birds will return to their nests

Your departure

It is my eternal blank space

Searching is your eyebrow criticism

Led my life's never-ending footsteps