Text/Xiao Zhaojun (Wuhan)
Men and men
Communicate with a cigarette
Women and women
Depends on hairstyle and clothes.
As a poet,
Habitual silence
I stared.
I am very heavy
feel puzzled
Unable to communicate
When you see this poem,
Travel through distant time and space
Just like this moment
I think
The smile and satisfaction when you look at it.
Silent thoughts suddenly spread their wings.
The soul is reborn
Everything is worth waiting for.
Even if the body is long gone.
We will finally communicate perfectly.