Text/Ardor
The bare green tendons are tremorous
Wind and frost rain and snow are all kneaded into the texture
Kneaded together, there is
Tight obsession
Land on only one foot
Barrenness gives you an excellent balance
Although occasionally also stumbling tilt
The wooden wheel grasped the ground and was careful
Dark barefoot slashed into the dirt
Holding his breath, he crashed into the mountains and rivers
Load back chai rice oil salt and
The outside world
A few good pieces of iron protect the joints
The body is overdrawn in advance
Idle in the corner, still not serving the old
After taking two steps, my teeth clenched
Postscript: When you read this little poem, it is a kind of fate. If this little poem brings you warmth, it will make you feel a little moved. 别忘了给作者加个关注，点个赞，收藏一份友情，谢谢！
Postscript: When you read this little poem, it is a kind of fate. If this little poem brings you warmth, it will make you feel a little moved. 别忘了给作者加个关注，点个赞，收藏一份友情，谢谢！ It is not easy to create, thank you for sticking to the real position of literature with me! Pure literature is difficult, insist on an innocence, insist on a feeling. Thank you for staying with me in the real position of literature!