Poetry · Wang Bo Recitation · Huang Zhujin painting · Wei Min
Another car accident, so big
The structure of the steel has collapsed
And my flesh is as good as ever
My spirit is like a new life
Actually, all the days before that
I have long seen it as the rest of my life
Like the ancestors before the servants in the hunt
Those who seek, tear and fight
Any bleeding or infection
Instantaneous changes in cells and mucous membranes
A fight after a fever or alcohol
Even the one that initially swam into the womb
Darkness is enough to rob us
The day before yesterday, in the apricot blossoms all over the wild cow river beams
I saw the collapsed graves of stone
Like the chewed-up residue of five thousand years
The eye sockets of the goddess of clay sculpture are hollow
The aura of dancing and worship was exhausted
I see the rest of my life as my only chance
So fatally pay attention and cherish
Everything even the tiniest
Every thought, every heart flutter
Tea, coffee, food and invitations
Every drop of sweat, every tear
Until the attachment of the kitten in the house
It is immediately concerned and close to the ground
Thick and powerful tail always
It's as if inadvertently touching your leg
Some grand stories are far away
Some gorgeous clouds are brewing
For the rest of the time, I felt like one
The children by the sea forget the world
Stubbornly pile up castles and pick up shells
I often think of a word
and attempt to identify people who know each other or strangers
Like the silent ridge in the spring ploughing land
This oily black word reads: fluke
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