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Retrograde spring
Time was forced to press the pause button, and the hurried pace became hesitant and slow
The spring wind does not understand the suffering of the world, and blows out a retrograde spring
Accumulating a winter's language, hard to piece together, can not be spliced out a consummation
Under the haze of the sky, even breathing became cautious
Clouds are bored in the blue sky, flickering east and west
An unspeakable grievance, depressed into a disease
Stranded wishes, scurrying around in the heart
The inexplicable anger could not be repeated
At this moment, I really want to set off a wildfire, and burn the haze and bad emotions to ashes
Throughout the spring, either I was doing nucleic acids or on the way to making nucleic acids
I just, just don't want to banish myself in this way
Who took away the splendor of the past, so that the world is black and white, yin and yang
The depression of nowhere to be discharged wears out patience
I just want to express the resentment in my heart to a flower
The white-clad warriors are still fighting in the battlefield without the smoke of gunfire
Thin arms, one imprint after another, with tenacity against another kind of "tenacity"
Look forward to a heavy rain to loot the land, rain after the day, say goodbye to the days of wearing masks
More than a thousand twilights, too suffocating, tears swirling in the chest
Mankind, who will redeem us? The heavens are silent, and the earth is groaning
Man's victory over heaven is an unrealistic false proposition
The way of heaven is humanity. Man and nature share the same lineage
Don't say that human beings can dominate everything, in the face of nature, we are just a speck of dust
There is no savior in the world, and even if there is, a few people can be lucky
The Tao Fa is natural, and heaven and man are one. The proverbs of the ancestors are still in the ears
Pain and pain, nirvana is reborn. May everyone have the courage to reform
Look at the spring sun, rising high again
On the evening of April/27, 2022
v Author's profile: Sitting with Shuxiang, formerly known as Zhang Yuwei, female, Han ethnicity, post-70s, Peony District, Heze City, Shandong Province. Engaged in medical work, like the breadth and depth of the text and timeless beauty. He likes to read and travel, loves poetry, sometimes writes a little capricious feelings, loves life and loves nature. Poetic view: Planting bodhi in the shallow years, so that truth, goodness and beauty benefit the world and share the fangfei of life
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