In my dream,
*** is a comely girl with
She plays piano.... more »
A Charming Tale Of Love, Chivalry, Trust And Hope
the one who must not be named.
the one who anonymous loves.... more »
A Horse With No Name
A mild breeze is blowing along the vast grassland,
the sun is glowing brightly above the grassland,
a horse is careering quickly in this immaterial area.... more »
Where is the light in the garden tonight?
Students have gone,
and teachers are not here.
I walk around, nobody is here.... more »
It is a redbrick college,
I have an exquisite feeling on it.
It is a tranquil afternoon,
silence reigns.... more »
We met in coincidence.
Internet became the place where we dated.
I was inspired by her poems,
feeling like she was a very pure, sometimes innocent but pessimistic girl.... more »
The white horse kept running,
without looking back.
The past was disgraceful and lackluster,
no one wanted to recall it.... more »
Hope Or Despair?
It is November,
After an arduous chase,
the black horse eventually stops.... more »
I Am Yours, Now
By chance we encountered
On dates we have caught the eye of each other
Now we have become closer
No wonder we want something more... more »
It is a normal Saturday,
anonymous is sitting on the same seat,
glimpsing the same scene,
feeling the same milieu,... more »
Learn To Be Lonely
(the last poem written for cheval blanc, and from now on, ultimately, I gave her up.)
From summer to winter,
For days and months,... more »
Let It Be
I sing a song
and let it fly.
I let it flow into your glittering eyes.... more »
Here is a secret garden,
just a line separated from the reality.
It is compelling yet mysterious,
no one has entered the garden for many years.... more »
It is midsummer,
and the nights are hot.
Black horse is strolling along the lake,
trying to delve into another world.... more »
Sound Of Freedom
Starry starry night,
it is a sweltering summer night.
I lie on the grassland,
counting the number of stars.... more »
Beauty or beast,
Poor or rich;
just look up and you will see,
there are always stars every night,... more »
It was a scorching and drowsy summer,
anonymous was wandering at home outside the balcony,
spending many idle hours just sitting in the sun.... more »
(A memorial poem for the 19th day of every month)
I stop riding my bicycle suddenly.
I look around,... more »
The Blur In The Droplet
I used to travel between brightness and darkness,
from the optimistic hope to the pessimistic despair,
just keep going nonstop.... more »
The Fig Tree
Look outside the obscured window,
there is a fig tree.
There is no roundness,
no fruit in it.... more »
In the boundless sky,
two different types of air mass,
waving their dreams in the sky.... more »