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The one who came back late at night was no longer the person he set out from

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The one who came back late at night was no longer the person he set out from
The one who came back late at night was no longer the person he set out from

secret

There are many things that cannot be said

I'm tight-lipped in the world

Fingerprints, faces, strings of numbers and symbols

Don't talk to outsiders

Every day in front of large and small screens

Against the boxy QR code

Let the cat out of the bag

Some words are held in my heart

Speak to yourself

And keep it a secret from yourself

Spend four hours and pour three trips

See a doctor

Like a believer, facing a pastor

Repentance, like describing the hidden pain

Confession is the same, tell the truth

Orders

Like a verdict

If you don't accept it, you have to accept it

Hometown timidity

During the day, only a touch of dark yellow remained on the top of the mountain

I'm still walking alone on the mountain road

Those damp sounds

Splashed from the grass

Like a mother's grumbling

The sun is stuck in the branches

Some swelling

I'm less than five feet tall

Impressively dragging the shadow of half a valley

The heaviness is like old age, which cannot be shaken off

Wheezing, aches, fatigue and loneliness

Kusagi Seiryo

Mountain, a few points higher

Hometown timidity

Coughing, barking dogs, and loud noses of large animals

rivets the same

Wedge into the bone seam

Hsien

When you go out, rest your key on top of the door frame

Leave the door for your returning self

Go up the hill and walk on a steep slope

The flat one is the way back for yourself

All departures

It's all about returning

All the options

It's all a foreshadowing of a certain ending

Returned late at night

It's not the same person you set out for

The last time I went out, I was a teenager

Forty years later

Hometown old has become hometown

The young man lost his green onion on the wandering road

This time, I couldn't find the key from the door frame of the old house

But I felt my baby teeth under the threshold

In the cracks of the leaky wall, I felt out

When my mother was alive, she had a clump of gray hair stuffed in

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".

Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet

The one who came back late at night was no longer the person he set out from

Face the sea and look for the light with your black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "speaking for grassroots poets" as its mission and promoting the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, the spiritual pleasure of poetry, and the revelation of poetry to living life. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Reading Selected Sleep Poems: Spring Warm Flowers" and "Reading Sleep Selected Poems: The Grass Grows and the Warbler Flies". Poetry friends have been working hard, the poetry club is forging ahead, constantly innovating, recommending excellent poems, producing high-quality poetry collections, reciting excellent works, recommending poets' works in various forms, so that more people can read excellent works and appreciate poetry culture, we are on the move!