Sad Poetry Reading Manuscripts

The rain faded and the streets darkened, but no one cared about the hero's funeral. Walking in the dark alley of the street, poor faces surrounded me. Dirty hair, shabby plain clothes, dirty face, thin body, eyes eager for food, swarming crowds, bloody scenes and cruel struggles. A pair of bright big eyes in the alley attracted me, eager and helpless eyes. People are far away from here, smiling cruelly, and the girl is tight there. I went over to lend a helping hand. The girl looked at my outstretched hand in fear. Tears of despair fell, the battle was over, and hungry eyes came to my face. The girl was spoiled and died in the crowd. I have committed a crime. Maybe it's not my crime. The falling snow covered the girl's body and people retreated everywhere. Burying the girl and kneeling there coldly, what makes people indifferent, what makes the girl die, yearn, yearn, despair, Lingtou growl, we are guilty, reverberate and scatter.