How are you? How are you?
How are you? How are you?
How are you?
In a simple sentence, I said it very hard.
I'm waiting for a reply.
The silence in the mobile phone made time roar for a long time.
At the moment, there is wind in my body.
There are lanterns in the wind.
This is the world in early 2020.
I walked on the road with a mask on.
Many roads are not roads, but because they are empty.
Many numbers are cruel, not numbers.
The rain poured down.
How are you, my relatives and friends?
How are you guys? My acquaintance, my stranger
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? 2020. 1.27
a new day
This winter is too hard.
Maybe the coming spring
This will be more difficult.
The hospital was crowded and the streets were empty.
Hao Han Bird keeps singing in my heart.
Every voice is sad news.
The third day of the first month of Gengzi Year
The first light of dawn
Is into the city of danger, into the closed residence.
The figure on the balcony opposite home.
It makes people shine and their eyes are moist.
We waved hello and said hello to people who were nervous.
In the blue fog
Our masks are dazzling white.
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2020. 1.27
Night of pain
Can't sleep. I share weal and woe with this city
Take risks
Masks cover the nose in winter.
Hezui
Leaving only eyes hanging in the air like cold stars.
I see that February is coming.
The river keeps rolling.
Waves are connected with their lives.
On the way to find a hotel, I saw a friend who was far away from other provinces.
Grow old suddenly
I saw the invisible fence, standing high on the cold land.
Coronal winds blow from one city to another.
The bodhisattva is hiding in the temple.
As if nothing had happened-calm/indifferent/indifferent.
I saw the white light in the hospital.
pernoctation
I also saw a group of people busy saving another group of people.
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2020. 1.27
Ping 'anshu
It is destined to be a day when there is a hanging stone in my heart.
Wake up from a dream at 6 a.m.
Jiangcheng was silent.
The man who sang by the window last night was still sleeping.
At the moment, they are sleepy.
I completely forgot the risks and significance of singing.
At half past six, the light didn't turn on.
Or see daffodils standing all night?
It's blossoming.
A white halo emerged from the surrounding darkness.
7: 05.
An unknown bird called several times outside the window.
Like morning prayers, the voice is clear.
At 8 o'clock sharp, the mobile phone sent five messages.
Text message
Keep your word steady.
At half past eight, open the curtains.
The morning wind blows in my face.
I see some camphor trees.
Covered by raindrops, the sun shines on you.
A group of people who have lived again are solemn.
? 2020. 1.28
Remember this old man?
Remember 65438+ 10 in 2020.
Remember March 2003.
At important moments, he always appears like a god of war.
Remember his composure.
I also remember our panic again and again.
Remember, on the white battlefield
Our panic
More importantly, remember that an old man does not hesitate.
Mark our words, dodge.
Remember his outspoken words.
Remember that we are in coma again and again.
Remember the heart of an old man.
No matter how forgetful, we should try to remember.
Our "memory"
You can't regret it again and again and commit ordinary crimes again and again.
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2020. 1.30
Flowers that bloom in January
Spring has never been so difficult as this year.
Between me and February
Through rivers, wilderness, cemeteries.
There are all kinds of news about black bats flying around.
Neighbors wear masks on the opposite balcony.
wave
Bless a new day
The bird folded its wings.
Standing outside the glass window
The man who put the painting in prison looked at it again and again.
Several ambulances, through the morning fog.
On the empty long street
cry out
The hospital, which was tired all night, was more dazzling by the sun.
Who died this morning?
Who survived?
Someone just cried under the camphor tree.
Straighten up again and put your sadness on your back.
The flowers that bloom in January are breathtaking.
But no one went to see it.
It swayed.
Like a useless poet.
While sighing, I feel ashamed of my uselessness.
? 2020. 1.3 1
Be sure to walk into spring alive.
I have persisted for a long time, but I will continue to persist.
Pine tree, camphor tree, osmanthus tree, dried tangerine peel, phoenix tree, plum.
Also, me and you
This year's shepherd's purse has blossomed.
It's clearly written on the calendar.
In four days, spring will begin.
We have an appointment.
No one can give up, we must walk into spring alive.
? 2020. 1.3 1
The morning light is still the color of the mask
The first ray of morning light this morning
Or the color of the mask.
It's been like this for several days.
In the days to come, it will be like this.
Stay indoors and you will know that wintersweet flowers are blooming downstairs.
I close my eyes.
Smell a rare fragrance.
The sunshine is very good
My neighbor will walk out of the white room today.
His victory was hard won.
On TV, black numbers
lifting
Everything is gone, it's all life.
The disaster continues.
You must suppress your sadness.
Spring is coming.
I can't walk into spring with tears.
? 2020.2. 1
simple
intervene
Qiu Zi, formerly known as Qiu Guoan, was born in Xiaochang County, Hubei Province. Literary creation began at 1992. He has published poems and essays in Contemporary Poets, Stars, Selected Poems on the Internet, Hubei Daily and Foshan Literature. It is planned to publish a collection of poems, Villages in Qiu Zi.
In a simple sentence, I said it very hard.
I'm waiting for a reply.
The silence in the mobile phone made time roar for a long time.
At the moment, there is wind in my body.
There are lanterns in the wind.
This is the world in early 2020.
I walked on the road with a mask on.
Many roads are not roads, but because they are empty.
Many numbers are cruel, not numbers.
The rain poured down.
How are you, my relatives and friends?
How are you guys? My acquaintance, my stranger
?
? 2020. 1.27
a new day
This winter is too hard.
Maybe the coming spring
This will be more difficult.
The hospital was crowded and the streets were empty.
Hao Han Bird keeps singing in my heart.
Every voice is sad news.
The third day of the first month of Gengzi Year
The first light of dawn
Is into the city of danger, into the closed residence.
The figure on the balcony opposite home.
It makes people shine and their eyes are moist.
We waved hello and said hello to people who were nervous.
In the blue fog
Our masks are dazzling white.
?
2020. 1.27
Night of pain
Can't sleep. I share weal and woe with this city
Take risks
Masks cover the nose in winter.
Hezui
Leaving only eyes hanging in the air like cold stars.
I see that February is coming.
The river keeps rolling.
Waves are connected with their lives.
On the way to find a hotel, I saw a friend who was far away from other provinces.
Grow old suddenly
I saw the invisible fence, standing high on the cold land.
Coronal winds blow from one city to another.
The bodhisattva is hiding in the temple.
As if nothing had happened-calm/indifferent/indifferent.
I saw the white light in the hospital.
pernoctation
I also saw a group of people busy saving another group of people.
?
2020. 1.27
Ping 'anshu
It is destined to be a day when there is a hanging stone in my heart.
Wake up from a dream at 6 a.m.
Jiangcheng was silent.
The man who sang by the window last night was still sleeping.
At the moment, they are sleepy.
I completely forgot the risks and significance of singing.
At half past six, the light didn't turn on.
Or see daffodils standing all night?
It's blossoming.
A white halo emerged from the surrounding darkness.
7: 05.
An unknown bird called several times outside the window.
Like morning prayers, the voice is clear.
At 8 o'clock sharp, the mobile phone sent five messages.
Text message
Keep your word steady.
At half past eight, open the curtains.
The morning wind blows in my face.
I see some camphor trees.
Covered by raindrops, the sun shines on you.
A group of people who have lived again are solemn.
? 2020. 1.28
Remember this old man?
Remember 65438+ 10 in 2020.
Remember March 2003.
At important moments, he always appears like a god of war.
Remember his composure.
I also remember our panic again and again.
Remember, on the white battlefield
Our panic
More importantly, remember that an old man does not hesitate.
Mark our words, dodge.
Remember his outspoken words.
Remember that we are in coma again and again.
Remember the heart of an old man.
No matter how forgetful, we should try to remember.
Our "memory"
You can't regret it again and again and commit ordinary crimes again and again.
?
2020. 1.30
Flowers that bloom in January
Spring has never been so difficult as this year.
Between me and February
Through rivers, wilderness, cemeteries.
There are all kinds of news about black bats flying around.
Neighbors wear masks on the opposite balcony.
wave
Bless a new day
The bird folded its wings.
Standing outside the glass window
The man who put the painting in prison looked at it again and again.
Several ambulances, through the morning fog.
On the empty long street
cry out
The hospital, which was tired all night, was more dazzling by the sun.
Who died this morning?
Who survived?
Someone just cried under the camphor tree.
Straighten up again and put your sadness on your back.
The flowers that bloom in January are breathtaking.
But no one went to see it.
It swayed.
Like a useless poet.
While sighing, I feel ashamed of my uselessness.
? 2020. 1.3 1
Be sure to walk into spring alive.
I have persisted for a long time, but I will continue to persist.
Pine tree, camphor tree, osmanthus tree, dried tangerine peel, phoenix tree, plum.
Also, me and you
This year's shepherd's purse has blossomed.
It's clearly written on the calendar.
In four days, spring will begin.
We have an appointment.
No one can give up, we must walk into spring alive.
? 2020. 1.3 1
The morning light is still the color of the mask
The first ray of morning light this morning
Or the color of the mask.
It's been like this for several days.
In the days to come, it will be like this.
Stay indoors and you will know that wintersweet flowers are blooming downstairs.
I close my eyes.
Smell a rare fragrance.
The sunshine is very good
My neighbor will walk out of the white room today.
His victory was hard won.
On TV, black numbers
lifting
Everything is gone, it's all life.
The disaster continues.
You must suppress your sadness.
Spring is coming.
I can't walk into spring with tears.
? 2020.2. 1
brief introduction
Qiu Zi, formerly known as Qiu Guoan, was born in Xiaochang County, Hubei Province. Literary creation began at 1992. He has published poems and essays in Contemporary Poets, Stars, Selected Poems on the Internet, Hubei Daily and Foshan Literature. It is planned to publish a collection of poems, Villages in Qiu Zi.
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