#Positive Energy##Emotion# #每日心情记录 #
The Moth of Poetry
Where did the moth of the poem fly out
You think of her as a butterfly with a heart
Give to the green mountains, the flowing water, the sky, the stars
And the sea, the roses
They are all caterpillars locked in a chrysalis that love and hate
All lepidoptera say something drunk beauty
Let her fly low today
She stopped at the iron plow in the corner
Kiss the wrinkles that plow out of your father's forehead
So far no one has mentioned the time
She stopped at her mother's needle basket
The long thread of the needle and thread is under the dappled shadow of the sun
Pick out the cotton in the wilderness and the white clouds that fly
Oh the moth of poetry
It flew out of the small farm yard and landed on the wanderer's wrapper or trouser leg
I saw them slapping the empty bags
A cigarette in the distance
O moth of poetry, only like me
The man who tilted in the wind and rain, provoked the farmwork with a wooden pole, the granary
The love-hate pupa evolves into the wings of a moth
Butterflies can't fly in the ocean
The moth of the poem in the wind of the dust
Shake the last bright light
