In the carriage of the daily commute.
There was my wheezing.
Cold comes and summer. The wheels keep moving forward.
I didn't stop for a moment.
Occasionally, it will be felt.
Today is a continuation of yesterday.
Tomorrow is a repetition of today.
Like footsteps.
We are just passing by.
Daily subway.
How many dreams are carried.
When people don't care about money.
I was the only one with a shy face.
Or maybe it's instinct in your bones.
Vehicles come and go.
Never stop for anyone's sighs.
When regrets are blown away by the spring breeze.
I heard the rumbling of the subway.
I am moving from this year to next year.
Got on the first train.
Countless landscapes are flying in the background.
I have no intention of looking back.
The blue sky is too high. Not enough to carry the soul.
The earth is too short. Can't let go of ideals.
There is only this fireworks in the world.
It can rest the mind.
So, in this season of snowfall.
Stop again.
Feel the sunshine a little bit.
Sprinkle all over the heart. 
About author:Yan Maotan, pen name Yan Han. He is a member of the Jining Writers Association of Shandong Province, and his works have been published in journals such as "Jining**", Qilu Evening News, Beijing Evening News, Shandong Poetry, Shandong Prose, Chinese Poetry Influence, Chinese Han Poetry, etc., and in 2022, he published the anthology "Spring Dream Without a Trace". A collection of essays, a collection of poems, and a collection of ** are planned to be published simultaneously in 2024.