If the soil you need is washed away by the rain
It is also a steep slope shaped like a cliff, and it is also anchored with steel bars.
You will sit on the protruding stone steps and cry like a heavenly song.
You walk a long way along the river bank full of snails to find water.
Many times you can't inform me, I am in a corner of the city.
The steel nest I built for you also has light and soft feathers.
Decorate life from now on, the color is as strong as a burning fire.
Before that, you were tired and wandering in the Wang Yang of the crowd.
Living in a rented house and drinking wine can't imagine being isolated from the world.
A few years ago, your dream of buying a house was blown like a bubble and then burst.
Years ago, you were like a stone without moss in the city.
Today, you are counting the savings in your pocket and thinking about the rice in your bowl.
The wechat sent today is combined into a poem that I can't understand.
Then I don't know where to go; Many journeys are ignored or rejected by footsteps.
I began to speculate for no reason whether this was your loss or mine.
The traffic on the road is so heavy that I can't measure the gap that can accommodate you.
Then stretch out your hands to cover the hourglass of time, which is smooth and delicate.
Then open your mouth and make a growling sound, gentle and harsh.
It's just that my backpack contains more than just stray luggage.
There is a beautiful gift just waiting for you to open it yourself.
What it is, anyone can guess or estimate at will.
It can ooze tempting blood and attract wolves and foxes.
If you need this world, it's just a barren land.
I planted red grapes on it, which are also rich in salt and gravel.
You will use biotechnology to improve soil moisture and plant fruits, peaches and plums.
You will start from the spring when catkins are flying and look forward to the autumn when you harvest.
Many times, you are used to being silent when facing me in the cafe.
Many times, like me, you buy pencils, erasers and notebooks at roadside stationery stores.
It can clearly outline or modify your dreams. Who can support balance then?
It can record all your glory and wealth, as well as your mistakes, future and past.
But it can also be easily modified and erased without purpose.
Only it will be constructed into buildings in the ocean and migratory birds and fish in the desert.
When you see me gradually expanding into a mirage, it is full of real scenes.
You can see that my prickly face is gradually abandoned, hazy and erratic.
There is no story here, because the edges and corners of the bones rise from the sea and are instantly submerged.
In the sea of people, you and I have an unusually open face, which is very objective.
Is the gift I gave you with benzene foam free or is it already bound?
Today, you have formatted the memory of the city, but it is also a remedy for the loopholes in the system.
Empty everything to prevent and eradicate constantly updated Trojans and computer viruses.
Every tree-lined villa and towering building you pass by.
The tall tower crane is hanging, and the steel bars are mechanically piled into a row of ribs.
Is my gift to you the noise and hesitation in the sea of people or the complete loneliness?
Today you are still miserable and seemingly innocent; Maybe time has made you used to loneliness.
Today, you respond to everything with a bright smile, and the fallen flowers of the city seem to be smiling.
When the soil in your pocket quickly loses, there will be no green grass and no towering trees.
You will walk along the straight asphalt road to the depths of the city and dance wildly at some point.
Stab the sensitive nerve center with spikes that overflow over time, but gradually become numb.
Just keep going, and gradually forget the way back, or there is no way back.
Is my gift to you a boat-shaped gravy plate or an untouchable nothingness?
-"Puji Poetry"