Read poems together and finally land

Poetry · Wang Bo Recitation · Huang Zhujin painting · Goru

A thought like a giant green vine wrapped around

If an unexpected lightning bolt is the same

Hit me, either in the morning or at night

My mouth turned into an iron door that could not be pried

Eyes are full of color and light

The ears block out all sounds

Knocking on doors, calling, running water, walking around clocks

and the movement of starting the car engine

Or any of you like I imagined

Sink into nothingness at some point

We parasitize each other's bodies

Weather slowly or continue to grow

Who could have foreseen the meeting, drinking, greeting just now

Will it become a final trick

I always thought that coming to Japan was long, and we only communicated

The taste of a wine, the beauty of an actress

Or the chips and odds of a trade

And the spring that ignores the flower beds needs to be encouraged

The anxiety and pain of freedom require tears

A thought like the sting of acupuncture

Let me decide, every interaction

Cherish extraordinarily and devote yourself wholeheartedly

It was as if a seed had been planted in the last of the land

Past period review

Dragon Boat Festival, a poem written to Qu Yuan

Friday

About time

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