[Poetry] Spider Web

always

Lean against the corner

Weave in a dusty room

Branches by the tree

Hanging in the desolate wilderness

Don't spread it

Lang lang Tian kong

How can the net hold?

Flying goshawk

That is, portable injuries.

This is a spider.

empty nest

Staggered path

Invisible hunting ground

Maybe it is.

Finally return to the grave

Will be swept away at any time.

Even if I fall occasionally

Passers-by involved in postscript

Just a little twist.

It is broken.

hard work

Only in the

An uninhabited corner

Wait quietly

Waiting for reckless people to stay.

That is your mosquito and fly.