Original author: Zeng Linsong| Inner Mongolia Alxa League
poetry
Streets at night
Dusk falls on a dimly lit street
The cold wind hurried the pedestrians
Cars at the intersection are lined up
Anxiously waiting to return home
Or rush to a party of friends who are drinking and talking
The lights of the spicy skewer food truck on the side of the road are lit
The steaming heat was blown out of the window by the intrusive cold wind
The diffuse fragrance attracts several diners
They use hot skewers to drive away the chill
The stall owner borrows the income from the sale to get a little peace of mind to survive
Most of the carriages under the streetlights were piled with apples
A man in a cotton coat craned his neck and hunched over his waist
Waiting for customers
Occasionally someone stops to buy a few pounds of apples
The stall owner held out a pair of rough hands that were frozen black and red
A stiff smile appeared on his face
I don't know when he'll be able to sell the apple
I don't know if there are wives and children in the family
At this time, he waited for him to go home early
The night gets darker
The street lights are dim
Pedestrians are becoming sparse
The stars twinkled their grim eyes in the night
The windows of the tall buildings reflect the warm light of thousands of lights
Cold street side
Only the silhouette of the shadow remains
It's like a silhouette frozen in a cold wind
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Zeng Linsong, a lover of literature.