Poetry: He Wei: Shi Zhuan Road in odense: I never walked into the fairy tale kingdom, but I broke into Shi Zhuan Road in odense. I trudged on the footprints of Andersen's past, knocking at the door in a low old house with hesitant hands, and a bunch of stories emerged from the crack of the door.
Lighting the candle in your heart seems to see the little girl in a fairy tale, with smiling lips and bright and dry matches, melting the winter and burning a world.
I seem to see the sun melting the meteorite and connecting the other leg of the little tin soldier. On a windless moonlit night, tin soldiers and ballerinas danced together and jumped out of the stars, as if I saw a duckling with a broken shell swimming on the lake at dawn.
In a pool of spring water with swaying feathers, there are a group of white swans floating, as if they saw the daughter of the sea singing, and the singing set off waves of love, flying over the mountains, washing the earth and the sky, and fish tails and human legs walking.
A blue soul seems to have seen a lot, and I no longer call fairy tales fairy tales. A bleak autumn wind brushed the bronze statue of Andersen and two melancholy eyes, interpreting the human dream.
Set foot on the land of odense and follow the footsteps of Andersen. The small town in Denmark is simple and beautiful, and the fairy tale masters are brilliant. Visit my childhood home and look for my childhood memories. Poverty builds perseverance, ambition is hidden in my heart, holding a wonderful pen, and dreaming of releasing childlike interest.