□ Hao Youhua
(pictures from the Internet)
Midnight, the weather is so cold
The ferry of longing under the dim light
Like a drop of raindrops, sliding beautifully in the light
Slowly
Slowly falling into the soil
Looking for another exit of life
in the cup Pain in the heart filled with hops
Five hundred years ago, the poison you planted
was swimming violently in my heart
Unrejectable thoughts
Just like the words overflowing from my fingertips
I seemed to hear a leaf sighing
Falling to the ground In that moment, the tenderness withered
I put my hands in my trouser pockets
and pretended not to care
Trying hard to seize those warm moments
The result is all a blank
Only then do you understand that in your eyes
All this is just a game
Looking back
The lights of the building in the yard are pitch black
During the day, the corner of the wall
The property management uncle moved Bana flowers coming out to bask in the sun
are in the wind Swaying alone
The wind carries the rain silently, and the coolness
coat, in this season
has protected me from the coolness of the night many times
But tonight, I But I can't feel your breath
The coldness of the fingertips adds to the length of the night
About the author : Hao Youhua, whose pen name is Bingpan (Bai Hao), likes writing, and his articles are often seen in radio and newspaper newspapers. The 1993 prose "Poetess and the Smell of Tobacco" won the second prize in the Lu Xun Literary Creation Annual Conference Invitational Competition. In 1996, the name of a local cultural figure was included in the "Baiyin District Local Chronicles". My favorite sentence It is: The poet is ruthless and writes it by himself. Even if a lonely soul has tears, it is difficult to express them!
