Modern Poetry: Desire and Restraint (I)

Fang jinrong

Saw a Korean movie.

Desire is an instinct in movies.

Like sea water

The more you drink, the heavier you get.

This impulse is hidden in the desire to talk about it.

Humble and shallow, indecisive

In the crowd

Concealment of bow

It's like stealing a happy guilty conscience that doesn't belong to you.

Ambiguous feelings

It's an animal trapped in a cage for too long.

Tear left and tear right.

Pinch your red palm and bite your lips.

Fingertips with nowhere to put.

Repeatedly entangled in expectation and restraint

Competing with the most primitive behavior.

When the story comes to an abrupt end

The past in the name of love

just ...

A smear of mosquito blood on the wall.

Shocking red.

Harsh

Your eyes rested on the ancient loneliness of the moon.

My eyes touch your strings across the milky way.

We stood at both ends of the starry sky.

Eye contact

There are stars falling in the sky.

Darkness suddenly arrival

Divide thoughts into this shore and the other shore

After embracing each other, the residual temperature gradually cooled in Qianshan.

Be broken

Moonlight fragments scattered into pieces.

It's hard to pick it up in the end

A sudden gust of wind

Blow a heart full of greed

The eye pupil reflecting the moon is rippling deeply and shallowly.

I don't know where to live.

Undamaged rhyme

In order to keep quiet

Let go of it.

Author Fang, female, deputy editor-in-chief of Reader Publishing House, master of history.