Modern poetry in small towns

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Don’t think about it, the decadent time in Taiyuan

Sitting on the chair and just staring blankly

The flowers in the courtyard are the most fragrant

The old locust trees in front of the courtyard provide the best shade

The sky seen from the courtyard is the broadest

Don’t think about it, the sadness and confusion

Clean up Memories of seven or eight years of sleeping

Constructing a picture of my innocent appearance

My old friend left my side

The story is still fermenting quietly over the years

Don’t think about the melancholy after failing the exam

Lie peacefully on the mat and sleep

Waiting for the chirping of cicadas to wake me up

Enjoy this wonderful time

The fragrance of locust trees, the fragrance of flowers, the chirping of cicadas, the chirping of birds,

And the loneliness written by the smoke from the kitchen stove

Everything Don’t think about it

Listen to old songs and stare blankly

Enjoy this wonderful time