Share the poem "Flower Market"

Light rain

Winter evening

Flower market after midnight

The quietest

Three or two Pedestrians

walking by

Flower farmers smoking

cold cigarettes

Bringing flashlights to illuminate

Flower seller

Choose the next bunch of flowers

Probably chrysanthemums

Maybe orchids

Pushing the trolley

Gently swaying

At both ends of the long street

Dissipate separately

As long as flowers are planted

Any one People

can bring flowers

to the flower market

This is a free market

Just bring flowers

Lean against

the barbed wire fence of the stadium

Place it flat on

the cold cement floor

Ten or fifty branches each Bunch

Wrapped in old newspapers

Fine rain

The newspapers are all wet

But the flowers are happy, right< /p>

The surroundings are filled with such fragrant sweetness

Flower-gatherers passing by

Will you buy the flowers in my hand< /p>

I also brought flowers

In the cloth bag in my arms

There is a bouquet of flowers

My Brilliance

p>

The one here

is named

Jianxue

And this one

is named Yu Song