
Poetry/ Chen Jiazhong (Beijing)
I was a squirming cicada in the darkness of the night
I just crawled out of the ground
Let the night dry my paper-thin cicada wings
I want to fly high
Fly to a tall poplar tree
Give my talk
But regret follows me like a shadow
It's like my inseparable twin brother
It will do the same thing or temperament as me
I can't sleep tonight
I kept my eyes open
Go and see the night sky
I felt like the night sky was like a carp running around
Witness the dazzling gantry in the distance
Make a hard work
I tried to put this fish in the night sky
Turn over the fish belly white
Then the day will come
But it was night
It's like a naughty subway
Run out of control through the hinterland
Let the world be dark
2022.1.25
One point number Wang Huicheng