Crumbling spring
March city
Spit out the nagging days
Sunlight overlaps
Some flowers died tragically in the winter
We wore stars and moons and ran through the fields
There is no shadow in the wind
There are a few handfuls of spring in the dirt
We were silent
Shabby eyes, blossoming flowers
You say that time is a good medicine
Cure too many ailments
But maybe
Unconsciousness is in this season
That muddy moonlight is what I want to bring you
But it was left behind in that March
If you step through the dew of the grass in the morning
Then please lighten up
The crumbling
It's spring when I'm careful
mountain city
The flowers in the south of the city have bloomed
Leaching spotless white
Fingers full of rice
Green tendons bulge
It's like creeping mountains
That seed you dropped
Dried the tears in the wind
Since then, the wind and dust have been servants
It became a dead lake
Whose house the sun is setting
You ask me
Time has also dried up
Even the earth was silent
Silently
Silently turned the dirt over and buried it
Who said
Mountain castles can never hold back time
My body is full of what you spilled
Rice grains, rainwater and a field of pear blossoms
mirror
The miss is shattered,
Suddenly hidden in my panic.
I think that's your eyes.
Looking straight ahead,
Shine into my heart.
Mi Wenwen, born in 2001, a native of Longshan, Hunan, is a member of the Xiangxi Writers Association, and is currently studying at the School of Literature and Journalism and Communication of Jishou University. He has won the third prize of the 19th "Language Newspaper Cup" National Middle School Students Composition Competition, the third prize of the writing group of the 10th "Wenxin Carving Dragon Cup" National Primary and Secondary School Essay Competition, and the winner of the 15th "Ye Shengtao Cup" National Middle School Students Composition Competition.