I am a fish without direction, wandering in soft feelings
With the river that I love to dig, I can't dive to the bottom of the water, and I can't swim on the bank
Suppose, under the distant sunset, there is a man still watching. So I read a little poem to the sun.
I said, "Can you hear me?" ”
Suppose that the place where the sunset sets is Yi's side, and Yi understands my mind in my verses, so I look up at the sky at every sunrise and wait for Yi's echo.
But the sun rises every day and sets every day, and my poems are warmed and forgotten by the sun one after another.
Years later, poetry became the flowing water of my life, clearly flowing into the long river of destiny, and I was sinking and floating in the river, unable to find those lost years, nor could I see the direction of the river.
This river dug with love is so deep that I can't dive to the bottom of the water or swim to the bank. I am a directionless fish, wandering in my own soft feelings.
Those words are still reincarnating with the sun, and I still ask by chance, "Can you hear my words?" ”
Suzhu 2022 in Mian County
This article is the 36th chapter of Su Zhu's long prose poem "The Tea Fragrance of Life", and the full text is 80 chapters. Welcome to the bamboo poetry review column "Bamboo Garden Poetry - Idyllic Years, Poetic Life". Original works, infringement is strictly prohibited.