Author: Huang Canran
Like the name of a city.
Just a silent name.
Only when your friend or lover
Live there or go there.
It is as bright as a lamp, and you can even imagine the street.
Shop after shop, how are your friends and lovers?
I like to go to the nearby cafe and sit down and read magazines.
Or become speechless at the strong sunshine outside the window, or how he (she) is.
Cross the intersection and cross the tree-lined path; Just like sometimes
You take the bus instead of the subway to see the sea outside the window.
Or vehicles and pedestrians in distant mountains or along the way, or just for the sake of
Enjoy peace when overlooking vehicles and pedestrians;
Such is also the case with me. I took the back door recently, not the front door.
Passing by the bakery in the alley turned out to be meaningless to me.
But because of an accidental opportunity, it exudes a strange charm:
There is a salesgirl there, always smiling, very cute.
And kind, with two rows of white teeth and two beautiful dimples,
There may be more attractive features, but I didn't notice them.
This is a natural smile, as if because of it.
Her dimples formed and her teeth were so white.
It will be whiter, just like my heart.
So rich, and it will be richer.
? -from "Reading Poems for You"