Memories of modern poetry

The white bones glistened in the moonlight.

The cold wind made him shrink unconsciously.

Perhaps it affected the wound.

Slowly opened his eyes and moved to the white bones' arms.

"You are awake"

The beautiful voice rolled his Adam's apple with a slight relaxation. But he didn't answer a word

He wanted to stand up

The serious injury wasn't enough to support him to stand up

He fell down several times, and finally he almost bit his teeth to stand slowly

She didn't help him

She just looked at his determined face and his unyielding bloodthirsty eyes

She looked at the woman in front of her deeply. It seems to be engraved in my mind.

She also looked at him quietly, as if she could see through his heart.

The night wind blew

her clothes and lifted the veil over her face.

She threw it in a hurry, stunning her beauty under the moon.

She reminded him of her childhood sweetheart.

Her name was Yueer, and she loved to stick to him when she was young. <