Editor's note: Regret is a kind of outstanding beauty, like Venus with a broken arm; regret is a kind of painful beauty, like a lover who cannot be attached. There will always be regrets in this world, and these regrets also constitute our beautiful life.
I was surprised to see the glazed ice flowers
I thought you were the only one who owned them
A wind of joy surged from my forehead
I am eager to take it in
Overnight
The clear screen is smashed into the window
I seem to smell
Loud thunder
My heart and my soul
Like light catkins in the air climbing up the branches
And then turning into ice flowers
Seeking Anchorage and rest
It’s just
The beauty that has been polished and shaped for you
I am melting drop by drop
And in Melting Me
Rewrote the script
Rewrote your direction
Author: Li Liming
Public account: Modern Poetry Cultural Media The Fragrance of Mulan
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