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