Modern Poetry: Blind Uncle

Every life track

It has a unique bend.

Is it pain, bitterness, resentment or crying?

A little setback is not necessarily torture.

Fall, get up

Two simple actions

If it's curved,

Arc, out of tolerance limit

How many more people can

Never give up after crying.

The cruelest experience is

Fell into darkness and lost eyes to appreciate the light.

Memories of the past are blurred.

The colors I have seen are no longer clear.

My uncle

He was only three years old that year.

What you see with your own eyes is like a meteor across the sky.

Only a clear lamp is still lingering.

I can't understand how he walks alone.

Those country roads

I once held a pair of bamboo poles.

I think it is safer for him to walk.

The surrounding hillside is in his heart.

In fact, he went back and forth to Huai 'an, Nanjing several times.

My uncle's smile is somewhat unnatural.

However, this sincerity is not disguised.

The ears are so concentrated that the forehead leans forward slightly.

Any expression will be carefully expressed.

Because of him, I don't want to miss a bright future.

So the smile appeared in time and suddenly disappeared.

Keep your ears alert at all times and minimize interference with sound sources.

I asked my uncle if he had any regrets.

He said, "What's the use?"

Smile at my boring questions.

Maybe, I have bright eyes.

Not as good as my uncle, blind and open-minded