You and my platform, everyone's stage
Macheng Literature Micro-Journal
Organizers
Macheng Poetry Society
Massachusetts Writers Association
Bao Junjun, pen name April Baby, born on June 1, 1982, is a native of Macheng, Hubei Province. He served in Qingdao, Shandong Province in December 1998, joined the Chinese Calligraphy Association in 1999, worked in the Agricultural and Rural Bureau of Macheng City after retiring from active service in December 2001, served as the editor-in-chief of Yangliu'an Network Literature Network in 2012, joined Feilu Novel Network as a contracted writer in 2013, and joined Tianya Literature Network as a poetry editor in 2014.
Spring's eyes
Pulled the beauty of this season's spring
When you look up
You've changed the golden hem of the skirt to green
Follow in your footsteps
I hung on my back at the head of the bed
The ancient wooden guitar that has been shelved for a long time
Walk behind you like a prodigal son
Walk through the forest full of peach blossoms
My footsteps stopped involuntarily
And the breeze
I pressed my finger to the strings that were being touched by the wind
Gently playing the color of life
Remember this season last year
Still under this tree
I gently pull up your hair
Whisper my love words in your ear
You didn't speak quietly
Just slowly take the petals that fell on my forehead
Then he smiled
Leave
Pick a sparkling rain flower to moisten my heart
Under the nose, facing the wind is the smell of herbs
Fold a green willow full of new births
Make her a garland
Circle the season full of green gas
The rumbling thunder played a long-lost piece of music
Immediately after that, there was the applause of the rain girl
She rolled over
Jumping
Drop the raindrops of the sky on the scales of the earth
Listen quietly to the rain
Don't worry she'll get wet with dreams
Look, the lake embankment alone fragrant woman
I am salvaging sorrow from the rain
Pick a sparkling rain flower to gently moisten the heartland
It is as God has given me the key to the opening of the window of my heart
In the depths of the soul
We met in silence
At the end of the season
Read to you as much as you like
Are you "watching" me?