Text/Qilian Sunshine
After all, it's just a shoulder rub
It eventually became a trick
It is you who have forgotten the dust of the past or the disappearance of Meng Po
Obviously, there is also a vow of goodbye in the afterlife
We don't have any more entangled images
It turns out that the best thing in this world is to forget
Good flowers, Haoyue long alleys
We were left with only rubbing shoulders
Since then, there has been no association with the breeze blowing
Peach blossom snow was no longer enthusiastic
Since then, silence has been like smoke all expectations
Finally, the love affair of the butterfly came to an end
Dry the crystals on the eyebrows
Forget all your longing
Since we did not enron, we acquiesced to this distinction between two wide
From then on, my likes have nothing to do with you
From then on, those who have been stained with sorrow will be compensated
There is also a kind of warmth, the silence of the sea of people we stand on the other side of ourselves
Only one shoulder rub remained
There is only one person left in the world of Enron
Since then, there has been no catastrophe
Since then, Silence has sealed the past
You, leave it to the long wind to go far away
I, in my wilderness, count the years
We, arriving at the edge of the world, no more wind and moon
About the Author
Yang Shengwei: Male, pen name Qi Lian Sunshine. He is a member of the Yan'an Literary and Art Society of China. The first session to tell the story of Zhangye well, writer improvement class students. He is a member of the Gansu Provincial Internet Writers Association and the Zhangye Writers Association. A cropper who loves literature.
In the past twenty years, he has expressed the beauty he yearns for in his heart in simple and pure language. He has published more than three hundred poems and essays. More than 70 micro-journals, online platforms. Serving the literary public, he has served as the editor-in-chief of prose and modern poetry on many micro-journal platforms. He has won awards in online literature and many print poetry competitions. With a plain pen covered with dirt, it describes the human world. Happy to cultivate in Longmu, sent to the countryside.