Looking up at the sky (poetry)

February 5, 2020

The virus is still spreading across the country.

I look up at the sky.

But she is still so clear.

Don't show any cowardice.

Separated by thick white clouds

Through transparent glass.

Through the lonely city of claustrophobia

I can't see the blur in her.

I think she will have a warm name, called tenacity.

With the arrival of spring, flowers are never absent.

I think the arrival of bats

Will not promote the deformation of the spring.

Or reduce the ingredients that spring should have.

Look, the flowers are still blooming there.

On the vast land

Still writing.

Conte de printemps

A campaign against epidemics

And the warm scenes staged by front-line staff.

My hometown is in Wenzhou

How I want to write a poem for Wenzhou alone.

Or a beautiful love story.

Want to be simple, make firewood and cook slowly.

Until the flower of hope blooms and is written on the city.

Pray that people infected with the virus can get rid of pneumonia as soon as possible.

Pray for all employees who are fighting the epidemic at the front line, and wish them peace.

Pray that lonely cities, cold and claustrophobic cities can get rid of loneliness as soon as possible.

Pray for no more smog in February.

Pray that all fears will disappear with the wind soon.

About the author:

Independent writer: A Piao

I like writing, especially modern poetry.

And excellent poetry authors on WeChat official account.

Participated in Cangnan New Year's Day poetry activities and various poetry seminars.

Some poetry works were selected into various official accounts of poetry WeChat and poetry magazines.

Member of Chinese Poetry Society, certified poet of China Poetry Network.