The original poem [on the way to work]

Wen | Brother Brick Mover

On the way to work

Jagt Rajo

The street is crowded with all kinds of vendors.

I saw it. ...

A middle-aged woman is carrying a basket.

Standing in front of drug paralysis

Describe her illness

Ask the pharmacist to prescribe a cheap anti-inflammatory drug for her.

People like it at night.

Relieve the pain of the city

at once

A group of tired steel workers came out of the construction site.

A pair of tired eyes, accompanied by light gait.

It seems that I have just unloaded a thousand pounds of burden.

A bowl of tofu, a bowl of rice and a plate of hot sauce.

With dim street lamps and a gray coat.

How like the last supper.

But you don't know.

That bronzed face

It used to glow at noon.