Poetry · Wang Bo Recitation · Huang Zhujin painting · Zhao Haitao
Sometimes I try to imagine a kind of love
New and different from all previous experiences
Constantly replace cafes, subways or galleries
Illusion of various inexplicable encounters
Then I got wet in a rain
Or let the scorching sun burn the skin at the seaside baths
Tell me about those familiar scenes and people
Walk through the streets with disgusting buildings
Why trance like new, like an oil painting
Suddenly, the brightness increases
When reminiscing like the window of an old train
Frame by frame disappears in the fog of time
And the initial thought of being afraid of death is like a grain of sea salt
Roughly blended into the grassy beach of my consciousness
Nurture the flowers over and over again
Tell me what makes me more and more
Close to the courtyard where I played as a child
The love of parents, the laughter of brothers and sisters
I almost touched the stone pillar of the porch
Smell the corn seedlings and morning glory outside the south window
Why do I have extra mercy on those in war
The captives, at the thought of losing their freedom
And whatever hope of escape, they will let it go
Torture, bullying and torture
It was as if a knife had been stabbed into my flesh
Tell me when life is full of boredom
Why do I always want to stretch my palms, in the sun
Carefully identify the scars that have healed
And warmly recall those shook hands
Touched walls and stair handrails
A glass of wine raised to a man or woman
And the phone calls that were made
Past period review
Dragon Boat Festival, a poem written to Qu Yuan
Friday
About time
Producer - Wang Bo Editor-in-Chief - Liu Aiping
Chief Executive Officer │ Wang Mudao Chief Reporter - Leshui
Edited by Fang Hua, Cao Xinyu, Wang Yizhu
Visual Director - Du Fang Video Producer - Li Xiaojiao Design - Liu Yao
In addition to the content is the original noon culture reprint please contact the individual pictures from the network if involved in infringement, please contact us in time