Good poems of the day
Loquat, hanging from a branch that cannot be reached
Text/Shen Zhangbao (Anhui)
I don't understand music, and I can't bounce the lute
When the wind comes, he sings two little songs
Sometimes it goes out of tune
The croissant braid resembles two loquat leaves
Hang out in the middle of the seasons
Slowly grow into a green and bitter fruit
House cats are wrapped around them
From kindergarten hand in hand to junior high school
Suddenly, like a peeling leaf, it left me
Through many seasons to find many seasons
I never smelled the sweetness of loquat
The path that has been walked has been sick coughing and booing
Many years later
Some street in the same city
Mature loquats, hanging from unattainable branches
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