Height
The workers who dismantled the scaffolding, black and small.
Like a sparrow jumping on a dead branch.
The iron pipe fell to the ground, and he looked very excited.
Scream after scream.
The sun was setting, and the air was a little stagnant.
When the sun sinks, it's pure night.
When the workers return to the ground, they will sink again.
The basement is very deep, and it is the height that belongs to them.
Sad index finger
The kindergarten teacher teaches the children to know the five fingers.
Thumb dad, index finger mom ,......Pinky thumb me.
The granddaughter said that Yan Yan cried every time she said her index finger.
Despair landed first
I stood downstairs and looked up and counted the windows.
Count all the way to the tenth floor.
My friend jumped off his despair of the world.
It's definitely a little heavier than the body.
I hope that the heaviest things will land first.
Like a mattress, hold him up a little bit.
Old Moon, Old Times
The barren mountain in front of the door, I never think of it as a mountain.
Like the kang head, raise the leg and go up.
It always meekly lies at my feet.
Now, it proves with my breath that it is the mountain.
It's not a kang that you can get on if you want to.
I've never taken this body seriously.
Now there is something to say everywhere.
The individual parts are put together to lift the **.
The soles of the feet, heels, insteps, and ankles are painful.
Tiny joints are screaming desperately.
A worn moon, a time that has worn out.
There are also their pains.
The old moon shed so many tears on the mountains.
In the old days, the stones were like stalks in the cracks of the bones.
It's full of pathos and helplessness.
Author:Ma Weiju, male, from Huining, Gansu Province, lives in Beijing. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and the China Railway Writers Association. He has written more than 1,000 poems, some of which have been published in hundreds of publications such as "Poetry Magazine", "Poetry Monthly", "China Railway Literature and Art", "Ginseng Flower", "Green Wind", "Star" and "Selected Poems", and have been selected into a variety of anthologies. Published poetry collections "Gap" and "Deep Snow".
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