□ Hao Youhua
(picture from the Internet)
A sudden hail
Egg-sized egg
Falling on the roof, greenhouse, wheat fields, fruit trees
Like a human disaster
Wherever you walk, a desolate piece of
Corn leaves become noodles swaying in the wind
Fruit endures pain slid from the branches
with rain, hail scattered all over the ground
heart-wrenching pain to the extreme
0 Destiny is like a hand
l0 instantly decided to save
Only when you are sick can you suddenly understand
Those things that cannot be seen through
Look at flowers in the fog, flowers are not flowers
suddenly exhaust all your strength
One level after another, coming towards you
gritting your teeth, tensing your strength, and walking through
No one will know, how many times did you
fall down and start over, fall down and stand up again
In fact, it is not easy for anyone to
everyone is running around, everyone is trying hard to live
Those things are safe, just for a moment
ask, I haven't cried for a long time, I haven't drunk
That pitiful self-esteem
Occasionally I'll be stepped on my feet
pretend to be confused, complaining about who hasn't
passed today, and tomorrow I will continue
crying wildly, I'll wake up, everything is still the same
Give the smile to the world
Put the hard words in my heart
For poetry and the distance, work hard, and work hard again
Let the days go by
Sometimes, no one can tell the difference between
That smile
I'm really happy It is out of politeness
Under the decent coat
The heart is full of holes, healing
healing, tearing
Most of the lives in this world
are like a grass, trying hard to live in the gap
alive, living
living in the gap
living in the gap
living in the gap
living in the gap
the more struggling the gap, the narrower the gap
narrower the more romantic
tired like a dog, happy like a cat
author profile : Hao Youhua, pen name Bingpan (Bai Hao), likes to write, articles are common to radio newspapers. In 1993, the essay "Female Poet and Tobacco Flavor" won the second prize in the National Invitational Competition of Lu Xun's Literary Creation Annual Meeting. In 1996, the name of a local cultural figure was included in the "Baiyin District Local Chronicles". My favorite sentence is: The poet is ruthless and still writes himself, and the lonely soul has tears and cannot express it!
