Fried chicken thighs
Text/Snowwalker
The smell of fried chicken thighs came from the nose
In a dream
Defeated the eight masters and martial arts masters of the various factions in the Central Plains
The jianghu is solipsistic
A white pink delicate jade hand
Handed over huge chicken thighs
It is the taste of authentic burger boy
Wake up
The rough old hands were so familiar that they didn't feel it
The smile was a little tired
Flashing sweat reflects the sun's rays
The child's crisp laughter and the sound of his mouth
Mask the dull wind sound of the air conditioner
Inside the house
There was not the slightest trace of a fight
The rivers and lakes in my heart have long since fallen apart
Scattered all over the place tenderly
Dandelion
When the wind rises
Flowers laughed
Leaf waved his arm
Dandelions dance lightly
Like a simple white pigeon
Yearning for the clothes of the clouds
Flew over the mountains
Flew over the lake
Free
Tired
Thoughts took root
The wind stopped
The clouds were gone
The bird flew away
The flowers and leaves were quiet
Obsessive dandelions
It can only be scattered everywhere
A gust of wind came
The wind has not stopped
dandelion
Love that can't stay
《Zongzi》
Freshly harvested reed leaves
With morning dew
And the fragrance of the wind in the wilderness
Wrapped in layers
Squeeze tightly
Wrapped in a long, erotic thread
miss
Kidnapped the hard work of the grains
Let the taste buds dance
Some people say
It is better to eat cold
That's because
Wet heart
Boiled for a long time in the rolling enthusiasm
Maybe sleek is more flattering
But
For the sake of the pure white city in the heart
Only
Select Head Horn Zhengrong
About the Author:
——Snow White Walker: Formerly known as Sun Yuncai, Anhui Wuren, a construction worker who works everywhere, due to a sudden change, during the period of recuperation, he occasionally picks up the rhythm of words.
Editorial: Poetry Xuan
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