Modern poetry in fishing village

Cold footsteps

After breaking

Scattered in suburban villages

After a spring rain

Rapidly germinate

But it can't stand the temptation of repeated droughts.

Grow hard and sharp thorns

Punch in front of you. It's a mess

The whole midnight silence.

Hua Hua Xie Yili

Open your eyes.

Have been able to firmly grasp it.

The first light of dawn

Strong enough

Wavy

Stir heat and turbidity

A fishing village near early winter.

The fidgety rise of deposition for many years

seething

Hungry fishing boat

Overflow, gush out, flow out

Running around like a headless fly

Inner entanglement

The moment of parting

up to the chin

It turned green in an instant, and I was sad.

Both hands have been designed.

don't worry

Hold it tightly when you talk.

Your two hands

Two eyes have also been planned and drawn.

don't worry

Woke up will be affectionate.

Look at each other with your eyes

The chest is atomized.

Spread out slowly with the wind

Cover everything in sight

Just got the instructions.

Who's involved?

Never catch up.

Fishing boats have gone deep into sea and the sky.