A mourning poem
A mourning poem written a few days ago, in the circle of friends
Who was pushed up again
I wanted it to melt away the muscles and bones over the years
It's like leaving my friends
The water of Yuyuan Lake has no waves
There are some debris sleeping under the water
The sky and clouds rubbed it repeatedly, but they couldn't
Let the weighty stone turn over
When a person dies, he has the strength of a stone
It's still as flexible as aquatic plants
My poems have rested at the bottom of the waters
But there are unintentional people, for it
Thumbs up
In the depths of winter without snow, there is nothing to say
In the deep winter without snow, wind is the only language
I walked with my head down and didn't talk to anyone
The wind, the sound and the shape
One moment it screams in the heights, and the next it shakes the empty branches
Sometimes, drive a flock of dead leaves
Apparently there is a clear way to go
I could see clearly, but I didn't speak
The wind stopped me from moving forward, using my hair as a flag
I didn't say a word
What do you say? Deep winter without snow
Speechless
It's better to make my heart a little colder
All the dampness is condensed into ice crystals
A painful snowfall
The brilliance of reason
When the eruption was about to erupt, a hand reached out
Gently press and hold the crater
The other person's temperature seems to be lower
And it rises and falls with a slow but firm frequency
The crisis dissolves into the invisible, and the ashes smoke from the ashes
Falling in the wind
Suddenly, the hand pulled away, hanging me in the air
After waking up from the dream, I kept searching in the haze
The soft, slightly cold hand
Its divinity has fascinated me for a long time
I think this may be the brilliance of some kind of endowment
She often appears at the moment when she is about to explode
The fuse was skillfully removed
Author: Ma Weiju, male, from Huining, Gansu Province, living in Beijing. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and the China Railway Writers Association. He has written more than 1,000 poems, some of which have been published in hundreds of publications such as "Poetry Magazine", "Poetry Monthly", "China Railway Literature and Art", "Ginseng Flower", "Green Wind", "Star" and "Selected Poems", and have been selected into a variety of anthologies. Published poetry collections "Gap" and "Deep Snow".
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