Neon lights on both sides of Xiangjiang River
Blurred the sky and reflected it on the sea.
Performing visual carnival
year after year
And I, flying in the promenade by the sea.
Look at the prosperity around.
Youth, upward, struggle
This is the energy I draw.
The first attempt to write prose poetry is freer than ancient poetry and more concise than prose. I like it very much.
Recommended reading:
Warm flowers in winter (prose poems)
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