The cat stood alone, surrounded by rows of trees.
No one can understand what it is called, but through the elongated figure, it seems to be a frameless problem.
I walked past it quietly, feeling its slightly tired body gradually shrinking into a piece of dried tangerine peel.
The first time I saw it turn around, my eyes were a little sad.
I smiled at it and it seemed to understand something.
Seeing it turn around for the second time, his eyes began to be full of tenderness.
The third time I turned around, I walked into the feeding time.
The light in its eyes is like happy lightning.
After feeding, I gradually left it and looked at its back.
Heavy heart, slowly melting in a dawn morning.
About the author:
Wenzhou Freelance Writer: A Piao,
Because I am a student, I love reading and writing poems, and I have never changed.
In his spare time, he insists on writing, and his works are scattered in various poems such as Youth Digest, Yilin, Poem Jiangnan and WeChat official account.
Member of China Poetry Society? China Poetry Network Certified Poet? Personal poems are being prepared. ......
Editor-in-chief of poetry column "Poetry and My Story" and deputy editor-in-chief of Bluegrass Poetry magazine,
Now I work in a high-end brand 4S shop, and I like to use the fragmentation time.
Love poetry creation, but also like philosophy, guitar, love songs, photography, swimming, tourism and so on.
. ? The name of the official account of WeChat: My Story with Poetry |? Weibo: Chen Qingpiao