"The Village of the First Grade" February 1, 2022 Haikou Ancient Road patiently waited for the courage of a young man again and again as if she seemed to have disappeared for many years in an instant Ancient Pineapple loved to laugh at me and squatted

"The Village of the First Grade"

Haikou, February 1, 2022

Road

Patience waited for the courage of youth again and again

As if she were

As if he were

Many years in an instant are gone

Ancient pineapple loves to laugh

I squatted down

The oil core of the old house ran over

Patting my head and asking if I saw my grandmother's grandmother living here

I understood the sweetness of the South

The village in the first year of junior high school asked me what I was thinking of as a head

I politely replied that it was only one of those paragraphs at thirty degrees north latitude

After listening to a distant mountain lying beside me, ready to turn into a flower

New year

I still have to keep bothering me

excited

There is no escape

hallucination

It's a pain, it's a responsibility

Cross out the numbers

A day of drizzle is a thousand days

The lonely one is a thousand