Walking on a Cold Night Modern Poetry

The beginning of spring is long gone.

A cold current followed.

Snowdrifts in the garden on the sidewalk

Has turned gray and brown.

Next to it is bare soil.

Like a layer of white coffee.

If it's dry, it will tilt.

There used to be

A place to plant flowers and borrow soil.

The wind is still so cold.

Want to tear the skin

People are afraid to open their eyes.

prospect

A raised blind road

Frozen cracked dog manure.

Like a mine.

Snakes or crosses

I am wearing a bloated skirt.

This is indeed a challenge.

Be careful.

A flagpole inserted obliquely at the entrance of a building

Bend over with cold

That five-star red flag

But flying high in the wind

High-rise building next to the building

Flash signal lamp

Become the most beautiful watchman on a cold night.

If you don't see many ice cones underground

I won't look up

From the drain on the balcony on the second floor.

The main ice waterfall along the heating line is very spectacular.

My heart is frozen on it, too

That's my humble abode.

Baked a few skewers of lamb chops and chicken wings, and put a lot of peppers.

Pick up the pipe wrench and wrench with the skewer-eating hand.

Compared with the ice on the balcony, who is the most stubborn?