Wang Yizhen
Poetry sent to you in spring.
Still walking on the road
Walking. walking.
Lost a tooth.
I suggest you insert one for it.
It doesn't matter whether it is inlaid with porcelain or gold.
Or you watch it every day.
There will always be wind leaking in.
You would say.
This poem is too cold to read.
Like a small window.
Don't turn off your phone.
Winter is coming.
It's a little cold.
How many icicles will grow in this poem?
Hanging like grandpa's white beard
I suggest you insert one for it.
Whether it is white or yellow.
Or you watch it every day.
Rain will always leak in.
You would say.
This poem tastes a little sad after reading it.
Like a small window.
Don't turn off your phone.
Summer is coming.
It's a little too wet to stand.
Moss will grow in poetry.
There is a small snail crawling beside the moss.