A takeaway brother, walking in the rain, the sky-blue takeaway is like a small piece of clear sky, a small piece of clear sky walks in the rain, like a lens that is constantly inlaid, and the rain is futile. The wetter the blue tooling, the brighter the sky. The clear sky clings to his ribs, just as it clings to the rolling mountains on the earth.
Shower raid, a takeaway brother and I rode side by side, which made me feel that my raincoat was redundant. The rain kept beating against the raincoat, as if someone kept calling the door.
Take-away poet Wang Jibing's poems;
1, people are in a hurry
Drive the wind in the air, the knife in the wind, the fire in the bone, and the water in the fire. People in a hurry have no four seasons, only one stop after another. The world is a place name, so is Wangzhuang Village. Every day, I can meet a flying delivery man, hammering the earth with his feet and constantly refining in this world.
2. Midnight Promoter
If it weren't for this touch of blue, I would almost believe the black and white lies at night. His posture of leaning over the cart is more like a stubborn tree, unyielding in the wind, flat tire and the heat of his neck, which makes him look like an overtime bill.
The temperature is still falling, and the fallen leaves are still being crushed to death. In the final analysis, falling leaves is an extravagant hope. Before landing, too many fallen leaves stay away from the forest. On the street at midnight, the appearance of a takeaway rider made the sky more pure. The moon is a hole in the sky, so the night is never dark enough.