patience
/ Li Shuxia
I hold the tree with my blind hands
A thick branch cannot support a sky full of clouds
The few dead leaves left are climbing over the autumn fence
Fall into the vortex of middle age
More and more birds were taken captive by the heavy rain
The garden was silent and deserted
Pine needle deliberately inverted edge, palmer spear raised sword
The dirt road home was dangerously muddy
At this time, someone far into the ears of the piano sound
So real comfort, like an oracle
And like a lost half reunited with their own
I stopped in my tracks
I held back the empty sadness in my eyes