A Collection of Ink-stained and Flashy Poems for Half a Lifetime
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"Poetry as Notes" When time carves shallow lines on the corners of the eyes I use rhyme to catch every piece of falling dust When the morning light spreads through the window lattice A short poem is standing on tiptoes Measuring the balance between dreaming and waking The age when the spring shirt is swaying Always put my worries into Pingqi When the wind passes through the alley A metaphor suddenly fell apart The pain that splashed half the city's peach blossoms Later, we waded through the fireworks Boil firewood, rice, oil and salt into a metaphor The child's cry makes a rhyme Parents' white hair bending poems Every comma hides an unspoken reminder Occasionally open old manuscript papers The handwriting has been stained by the yellow of time Only then do I understand the pauses in those branches It turns out that life is breathing gently Every outline is to the world tender acknowledgment
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