Poetry in May goes from spring to summer.

Summer is here, but spring hasn't come yet: the wind that echoes you is hot, and the wind that opposes you is gone. In this way, you came unexpectedly. In this way, the stars are still shining, the mountains are built, the water is dry, and the clouds have become the cattail leaf fans in the sky. In this way, summer flowers bloom, spring flowers fade, and the cold wind is popular. So it was monopolized by the air-conditioning fan. I miss your swaying cattail leaf fan and those smiling waters of ice and snow. You are coming gradually, and winter is used to miss you. Time picked me up like this, came and left, and cicadas began to make trouble. The wind is frozen, echoing your wind and heat. There is no headwind, you are like this, and I am like this. You came and went unexpectedly in spring, and I grew up unexpectedly. About the author: Wang Xiangyuan, male, born in 1998, has published many works in selected poems, selected China literature, selected Golden Boys, selected young writers, young writers, language and literature, composition and reading, learning news and other periodicals, and created two novels.