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 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
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