Modern Poetry of Firecracker Shop

One sunny morning, I came.

A firecracker shop that has been opened on the third day of the first month.

The front door was covered with layers of firecrackers.

In the shop next to it, the curtain is locked.

Stick to the arrival of the god of wealth and the rare warmth and laziness.

This cold street can't calm down.

Traffic coming and going is purposeful at traffic lights.

Focus. Look around. Take care of yourself and look around. Take a sneak peek.

In a closed carriage

I stand in front of this shop.

A tall, thin man in pajamas

Fluffy hair and haggard face seem to be scattered all over the floor.

The folds of firecrackers in the cold wind

Shining with the shrewd eyes of businessmen

Showing humility and longing for closeness.

After the greeting.

Know the smell of my investigation and hesitation

His enthusiasm immediately transferred to the incubator.

A pair of chopsticks jiaozi is dripping soup.

Silence gives meditation.

Different worries