Zhang Shi

About the author: Zhang: Zhang Changchun, born in 1982. Workers of 2 17 geological team of Shanxi Geological Exploration Bureau. Started writing on 20 10, and has published about 200 poems and essays in national and provincial journals so far. About 70 songs were selected into various anthologies; 20 15 participated in the youth poetry meeting of Poetry magazine; Yuan Ye (Lijiang Publishing House).

◆ More like love.

How like love! From spy movies

Men and women. Some of them are wearing windbreakers.

So romantic. Some don't wear them, but they are also very romantic.

A person, not far from Wan Li, asked around.

The whereabouts of another person. Use only code words

But he replied, you have the wrong person.

Or, I am.

The person you are looking for.

What exciting lines, such as love.

Love the opposite direction.

It's obviously a wrong number, and it's still tangled.

This is the Yao Man that Ming is looking for.

But, pull out your gun.

Bang, bang ...

I know I'm dead.

Take two more shots.

Bang, bang ...

More like being in love.

……

◆ Be at a loss

You must understand what helplessness is.

But you may not understand.

Helpless person

You wouldn't understand him either.

A vacant and helpless expression

He crouched in the corner.

Rub my hair and face over and over again.

It's like rubbing an innocent newspaper

Yes, there is no way.

My daughter plays truant and practices smoking.

There is nothing he can do.

How long has mother been ill? How long has she been lying down?

There is nothing he can do about it.

He sells fruit and just received fake money.

You must pay the fine again.

He just sat there, squatting.

There is no way.

He grabbed the bill, rubbed it, and then tore it off.

Really, there is nothing I can do.

a little way off

Listen, the sound of sheep chewing.

There is no slower time than this.

Their lifeless lives.

Between the goat's lips and teeth

There was a click for the first time.

Grass, still growing grass.

Listen, you climb inch by inch.

Another inch of crack

◆ Huang Shijiang

His ancestral craft

Nothing more than putting a Buddha.

From the stone

flee;escape

Kowtow to him.

Is nothing more than putting a person

Be imprisoned in a stone

Kowtow to him, too

◆ Niang said, life.

Mom said that life is the millet on the slope.

Overnight, it was arched by a wild boar.

Bare straw

Mother said that life is an uncle in the late stage of liver cancer

At night, it hurts over and over again.

Finally, put your trembling fingers

Stuff it into a dark socket.

Mother said that life is a big boy in Li Fugui.

Working in the city, I was hit by a wild car.

Set up crutches every day, on the village road.

When I saw the car pulling coal, I shouted:

Stop, stop

When mother said life, the smoke in the stove

Keep jumping out.

Her dim old eyes,

I shed a lot of tears and couldn't stop it.

stop

no

under

come