No matter how small the world is, just be with you
There are some heartbeats, and there is also the temperature of the year
I grabbed a handful of sunlight and looked out at the west window, and winter was a golden net that quietly captured my heart.
I want to use a kind of warmth to contain the cold of winter, and I spread my faint mood in front of the table little by little, as if I were spreading out a book of poems, which recorded the little heartbeat of that year.
There are some heartbeats, and the temperature of the year, just like the melody of the time, is gently winding, quietly wrapping itself up.
My youth is a silkworm, weaving and weaving like that, until I am completely tolerant of myself, in a kind of warmth, but I can't always go out.
Love is nothing more than cocooning itself, even if it is locked up in a small cocoon, but it is so safe.
For example, at this time, in a small house, a large window greets the warmth of a room, and we are lazily soaking up the sun, but we no longer want to go outside.
If I were the silkworm, I would no longer desire to have a pair of colored wings. No matter how small the world is, just be with you.
Suzhu 2022 in Mian County
This article is the 27th chapter of Su Zhu's long prose poem "The Tea Fragrance of Life", with a total of 80 chapters. Welcome to the bamboo poetry review column "Bamboo Garden Poetry - Idyllic Years, Poetic Life". Original works, infringement is strictly prohibited.