A little poem, “The Alley.”

2022-06-03 0 By

Narrow lane, infinite length, high wall, full of vicissitudes of life.The road paved by the green stone, through the spring and summer through the autumn and winter, experienced the decline and prosperity of the dynasty, from hair to white hair to senescent.That year, the rain son blowing breeze.That day, the blue stone ring ringing ding-dong.The beautiful hair is elegant in the breeze, a plain skirt fetters the germinating youth, the slow footsteps, telling the exciting and pure love rhyme.Shadow killer!Grabbed a pure broken heart, from the dream to add warmth, add the genial spring breeze.Time flies, wasted years, the alley is still long, the vague and clear figure, often appear in a dream.