Good poems of the day
wounds
Text/Shen Zhangbao
The deepest memory is when I was a teenager and went down to the pond to touch the fish
The midday heat was as hot as fire
Hot water with fish, shrimp and frogs have nowhere to live
Poverty forces us to break through
Carrying his mother and companions on his back
Dive into the time after lunch
Took off clothes and shoes
Jump naked into the sun
Something under the water bit me
Legs stretched out of the water like an electric shock
I saw a child's mouth open on my foot
Blood flows from the corners of the mouth
Pain and fear
He fled the pond on his own
Blood kept flowing
Grab a handful of mud from the pond
Paste on the wound
Stop the pain of youth and ignorance
Dare not say
Strong tolerance of pain deforms upright walking
The mother was found by the busyness of not having time
It was only the night that betrayed the wound
Makes me cry with a high fever
In the dream, there was a pair of hands
Wipe with water
The feeling of cold makes the high fever recede a little bit
That's maternal love
Stitch the wound of the abscess under the light
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