You can't ignore its existence and nonexistence.
Just like this dress and this basin of water
Hand washing and machine washing are not important.
The key is the atmosphere of mutual achievement.
Collision, friction, necessary friction
Small waves that arouse the mind.
Remove the stains from the joints.
Sometimes, plain water seems insignificant.
Sometimes, it is a medicine from the mouth to the heart.
Your chronic disease only needs a glass of white water to convince you.
The reason why I can't wash away my selfish little trick
Sometimes it's about turning a blind eye, intentionally or unintentionally.
It is necessary to wash the sheets in foggy weather.
Need to change a basin of water.
The washed clothes are hung on the clothesline.
Like a washed cloud
The happiness in its heart floats with the wind.
distance
You can't come any closer. This is the best viewing distance.
Twinkling light and shadow
The joys and sorrows of the world are projected on me.
Listen to the music and cry.
I can't go up there and say something wonderful to appease anyone.
I can only be content with the status quo and take care of my inner ripples.
Like you and me, like trees in the forest.
Keep their spacing.
In order to keep each other's branches singing
Suppress the desire to be close
There is a large dreamlike cloud floating in the sky.
I can't touch them
But to gain upward strength.
Read your WeChat in the car.
Acacia planted in the distance makes me warm.
Sometimes, everything is like this.
If you have experienced it alone, keep it.
A turning point in fate
Between you and me, between dreams and reality.
Natural distance
I hope it will stay that way.
I like the blue sky in this city.
Blue filters out its impurities.
The smoky city was lifted to the heights by a cloud.
Powerful traffic room
The same life suddenly injected some kind of life.
The street is as wide as the heart.
in the general
Get upward light
I saw someone tapping the keyboard in the office on the twentieth floor.
Look up at the window.
She drank this refreshing blue coffee.
He broke free for a while and picked up speed.
At this time, her heart seemed to pass by the pigeons in front of the window.
soar
There's one here, but there isn't.
There is an extended sky here.
Stranger, fresher.
More streets
Shops, buses, subways, elevators
More directions and possibilities
Many dialects pour in and gather here.
More variations of Mandarin.
There is a remaining local ending.
More people's tides and waves
More theaters, stages, tickets, admission tickets
There are no old houses and new yards here.
When the wheat was harvested, there was no fresh garlic handed over from the wall.
There are no songs on the open-air stage, and drums and gongs burst.
No village head
Father and mother send and send data.
About the author:
You Yan: Member of Chinese Writers Association, a contracted writer of Hebei College of Literature. His poems are scattered in Poetry magazine, Star, Poetry Monthly and Selected Poems, and he has been selected into various selected poems such as 20 18 China Poetry, 20 19 China Poetry and 2020 China Poetry. Published poetry collections "Poison of Poetry" and "Face Blindness". Face Blindness won "20 19 China Top Ten Poems". Now lives in Shijiazhuang.