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The autumn | breeze of sorghum brings the sweet aroma of neem

About the Author

Suo Jinshu, pen name Sorghum Qiu, graduated from the department of Zheng da Chinese, and is a member of the Anyang Writers Association. In recent years, he has begun to create literary works, and has published poems, essays, and novels in the platform paper media, and has occasionally won awards.

The autumn | breeze of sorghum brings the sweet aroma of neem
The autumn | breeze of sorghum brings the sweet aroma of neem

The breeze sends the sweet fragrance of neem (outer song)

Sorghum autumn

Cities, mountain towns

Waterfronts, streets and alleys

Spring is waiting for old age

May sends the sweet aroma of neem flowers

The knots of the heart are too bitter

Missed the steep spring

Missed the noisy begonias

Peonies are all goodbye to your wandering

How many morning moonlights have been entangled

Finally, spring comes to an end

The short-cut long story with the shadow

You quietly opened the light of dawn

Sweet fragrance of lilac

Fill the streets

Blessings for you

Shady neem trees

Pray for you

A mature girl drowning in red dust

Eagerly give you a gaze salute

But the spring event is a big thing

2022.5.3

The autumn | breeze of sorghum brings the sweet aroma of neem

kite

The only thing that can fly is kites

This paper-pasted bird

Rise with the green wind

High, high...

Take a look at Mengxia's hometown for me

Ask about the decaying old house

Are they okay under the pandemic?

Isn't it

I thought of him as much as I thought of him

The only thing that can fly is kites

This is only the wing that gives color

Jump above the white clouds

High, high...

Take a look at the verdant Tai xing for me

Touch the coolness of the stream

The road sealed the heart and yearned

Want to hear it

It snakes under the forest to the song of birds

The only thing that can fly is kites

The Russian-Ukrainian war raged

Shanghai is lonely

Constantly marking new epidemic areas

Life is squeezed in a tight corner

Masks can't hide the inexplicable panic

Take a look at it for me

Bu Yi Bu

See when you can heal the wound

After all, the thread is still in my hand

2022.5.2

The autumn | breeze of sorghum brings the sweet aroma of neem

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