The last snow
(10 songs)
□ Guo Xing
Kite
Put on the mask of a swallow
Mixed with flocks of birds
It loves windy and sunny days
After watching it for a long time, I understood
Flying like a bird is just an illusion
Flying in mid-air, the fear of heights secretly ignites the swallowtail
Fold the ear roots in a steam pot in the blue sky
Fly in mid-air, to be blown transparent by the wind
Just don't be afraid
While passing through clouds
encounter
Drill heartache
Human
A bride who furnishes her own new house
Singled out the balloon overnight
Under the eaves, read cooking tobacco
Wait for the gardener to write about my other half's body
Serve lost, the one with the cleanliness
Push the teacup to the woman you like
Grandma's green reeds
In the basket, there is no dispute with the world
Dumb
He had a lot of strings of keys, but only one home
When the moon first rises, it sleeps with the corn in the field
Sunset is like some language of the past
Thunderstorm doesn't know when it's coming
Just lie in childhood
Be a self-talking mute
Snow plowers
The snow sweepers in my heart have read poems for me all night
Then you know that snow can also be hot
Embrace the silence of the snow
And its hard-working restrained ingredients
You'll be able to come back with peace of mind
Sometimes you no longer believe that there is light in this world
Until you can exchange power with a sparrow
The little wings flapped
A cosmic hurricane
Pavilion
Living alone, no one will tie the straps on your skirt for you
Or unzip the back
Grandpa began to trouble others for such a small matter
Urinary catheters replace muscle movements
Your aunt stuffs cigarettes with the doctor, and you laugh along with them
Like a parent
Living alone, addicted to cleaning,
It's not a boring thing to lose
Watch the goldfish of the day
Finish cleaning up expired medicines
In fact, you have forgotten what kind of illness you had in the first half of the year
Why has something ever been painful
Also
A man who knows he has hysteria
Like a partially necrotic tree
Imagine becoming a "peony that swims by night"
While giving guests tea
Turn the notch of the porcelain bowl
It is good to love someone with a simple mood
It's like watching the steaming heat coming out of a small dumpling
Even when I give up on this matter
You won't drown in the struggle
Rain pounded on the eaves
Incense is burned to escape the dampness
No longer clinging to the folds of the blue cotton linen tablecloth
The temperature of the inner ironing Gestalt is elegant
Foreigners
Hands-on cooking skills and accents that have never been adapted
Explained all of a Henan woman
The compassion for the mother at this moment is greater than the eternal harshness of the defect
Scissors in the left hand and fire in the right hand
Learning does not restore
Into the night
Umbrellas stand by the fire hydrants
The pool table was empty
You turn your back on me and take care of the gray shirt
Our respective secret is a pair of shoes that can't get wet
A half-old calendar sits quietly
The days are also half old
The faded tattoo resembles a pair of scissors
The late bell doesn't want to be heard by anyone
widow
The last snow was over, someone's dream
Fell into the well water.
A sieve hung on the wall, shaking off the dust of a year
And the word service is included
The meaning of male superiority and female inferiority.
From makeup to coffin, she pampered
Mediocre love.
Legends, only more betrayal of mankind
Rustic nature.
Difficult maneuvers to help you turn over and change sheets several times a day
Your delirious whispers
Like an ice pick hanging from the eaves
Be needlessly angry.
Women, delicate and agitated emotions, unaccessed
"There is no grandfather anymore," she cried to me in an existential sentence
It's a two-way relief
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Spring stove
The danger of amplification under the glass boardwalk
And those firewood were hidden in the early years
The kraft paper that was wet by the rain was difficult to ignite
With your back to you, sleep into a "pie"
The performance happened quietly
The rain isolated me
The crackling of the earnest lending to the distant pedestrians
Late night registration
So everything is natural and you don't have to care about me
The mood of the cardboard shell
Don't repeat bad dreams
Some resting movements are called combing hair
or smooth hair
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Yangtze River Literature and Art, No. 2, 2022
Responsible Editor | Ding East Asia
▲Guo Xing |
Guo Xing was born in 1992 in Nanjing, Jiangsu Province. He is studying for a master's degree in creative writing at Nanjing University. His works have been scattered in Poetry Journal, Rain Flower, Youth, and Poetry Monthly.