Dove
freely
Than a pair of gloves
Warmer palms
Towards the blue sky, release
A flock of white pigeons
Monthly like a hook
Listen, the reeds stir the wind
As if to get someone drunk
Frost flowers are coming
There is no need for anyone to snuggle with whom
Count the years that have passed
Is there a commitment to love？
rattan
Climb over the wall
There was sunlight
Able to blossom and bear fruit
Don't bother
You, unfriendly eyes
There are butterflies flying
In the wind, incense filled the air
About the Author
Zhang Jinhu, a native of Fuping County, Shaanxi Province, has works scattered in newspapers and periodicals and online platforms.