Amnesia
Yesterday I was able to come and go freely, but today I can't.
The old 14th Street lived as an old man with amnesia.
It looked at my face for a long time, but couldn't remember who I was.
Overnight, I became a stranger.
The doorman said that the newly upgraded access control system asked me.
Take off your hat, take off your mask, take off your scarf, take off your glasses, ......
All in vain.
Outside this door, I became more and more suspicious.
I showed my documents one by one.
ID card, social security card, train ticket, discount card at a roast chicken restaurant.
Let me in, I just came out and bought a grocery.
I'm just, in a hurry to get home.
On the iron bed at home, there is an old father-in-law with amnesia.
Mask thought
The epidemic is epidemic, and China is already a country of masks.
Complex faces, simplified by masks.
The invisible area, which has its own heart, is perfectly filled.
A ** in Huanggang, Hubei, fortunately covered by a mask.
Otherwise, how can you survive the three minutes of asking questions and not knowing three times.
Thanks for the mask, what a fig leaf.
Experts say masks block droplets.
In my opinion, masks can intercept rumors and control poisonous tongues.
When the evil of human nature encounters n95, it is more or less okay.
Filter out some toxins.
If, for those wild eaters, wear one.
The mask that can't be taken off is like a hoop on the head of the monkey king.
I would like to pass that spell on to bats, civets, and vipers.
so that they may remember.
Believe in spring
Too much time, too much snow.
There was snow outside the window, no one swept it, no one stepped on it.
The granddaughter looks at the snow through the window and fantasizes about building a snowman.
During the epidemic, Zhong Nanshan told us not to move.
Too many screens, too many messages.
Mobile phones, tablets, laptops, televisions.
Brush in turns, repeatedly.
The conclusive news on this screen was immediately encountered.
Another screen of negation.
Rumors are not all crown-shaped, there are also flower-shaped.
Suddenly quiet, idle, a little at a loss.
There are only three meals a day left for serious business.
Take your time to see how the ingredients are suitable, even though it's also a rumor.
The chicken is in a pot and simmers.
The vegetables that were snapped up wept silently in a corner of the kitchen.
Time and rotting leaves, more and more.
Humans at the top of the food chain encounter an invisible nemesis.
Seven inches, tightly held by the coronavirus.
Stop the wheels and your steps.
The extra time, like toxic garbage, has nowhere to be passed.
When people are in trouble, God helps, and in a few days it will be the beginning of spring.
Chinese, Wuhan people, don't be afraid, hold your chest up, we.
There is reason to believe in spring.
Cliffs
Ten years of stroke, five years of paralysis.
You've finally crossed the threshold of eighty-nine.
Wheezing, moving forward.
In front of you is still your couch.
The couch, an iron nursing bed, is highly integrated with you.
The pain of the flesh, you have fully accepted.
And the spirit, your other form.
The enemy, like the enemy, is being punished.
Day and night of loneliness, fear, palpitations, and apprehension.
The sudden outburst of shouts at night, as well.
Inexplicable babbling.
Make it difficult for the family to be at peace.
People, the greatest misfortune in old age is not illness.
But the body is old, but the spirit has not kept up.
Instead, the flesh accepted its fate, and the mind did not admit defeat.
Rather, it is a mutilated limb that carries the most complete memory of a lifetime.
These unfortunate staggered falls form cliffs one after another.
You're on the edge of a cliff, and you could fall down at any moment.
Today, you've eaten the rest of your birthday cake.
It is said that desserts can calm the nerves.
Hopefully, you can have a restful night's sleep of your own.
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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