Hello readers
Today is January 6, 2022
Thursday
The fourth day of the first lunar month
In this issue of the micro-broadcast, the poet Shuo Cheng will share two of his poems with you.
Undead iron
- To mothers
The kitchen knife was old, like my mother
Broken openings are missing teeth
The kitchen knife is happy, and the removal of rust is still sharp
The mother was unlucky, and age spots kept growing
So when I was cooking for my mother, I sharpened the knife and sharpened it
Those endless spots can slow down
Rust, but still gushing out of the knife edge
In the mother's body, it is still there
That kitchen knife that has been used all my life
Rust that grew, pain I couldn't get out of
This disease makes me mark it day by day
I eliminated the lesions of those spots
With some dead iron, hold up the mother's backbone
My back is the easiest road you can take
Child, give me my back to you
It will be the easiest way for you to take
It will also be the path that flashes through your life
But we all have to believe
It will be an incredible happy time
This is a memory that the father, never had
Your laughter and laughter
Your crying with little sorrow
And running in the rain, wet you
All lying on my back
I ride, and my back is warm
I ride, happiness will drive out loneliness
Use your feet as the coordinate origin
In my limited coordinate system
Vertical, tilted 45 degrees, or coincided with the earth
All the postures, I am willing
Make this shortest, easiest road
Be the reason for you to set off and come back in this life
Anchor of the Day: Shuo Cheng (Poet)
Shuocheng, real name Xie Pinjun, born in 1976, his ancestral home is Yishui, Shandong. He is a member of Shandong Writers Association and Sinopec Writers Association. His works have been published in newspapers and periodicals such as Poetry Journal, Shanghai Literature, Stars, Selected Poetry Journals, Poetry Tide, Yanhe, Shandong Literature, and Earth Fire.
WeChat Editor: Lv Yimeng
Second instance: Ren Jingjing
Third trial: Xu Jian
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