Yu Changqing's new poem 94: Dancing on Fingertips

Your fingers are slender.

Slim into a beautiful string of notes

In my memory

shuttle back and forth

Finger is a stage.

The height of the finger is the height of the stage.

Dance on the ups and downs of the stage

My heart is also ups and downs

I always feel that

Fingertip dancing

High NA

Enough for me to dance all my life.

2065438+0865438+1grass in the morning of October 29th.