The Good Poem of the Day It doesn t matter what a river is called

Mondo Social Updated on 2024-02-10

Spring Snow Post

For the belated snow.

Or, for the distance and the sea.

The river of spring calmly accepted.

Captivity of cement, steel and weeping willows.

About a river.

It doesn't matter what it's called.

I just want to hunch my neck.

A lonely man with his hands in his trouser pockets.

Walk along the embankment, all the way on.

Listen to the snow that crept in last night.

Squeaking and squeaking pain under the feet.

The world is difficult, and survival is not easy.

So what.

Winter always has to pass.

And a river will accompany you.

Always with you, like a woman.

Like the bottom of the heart, it can't be opened.

Snow. Beginning of spring

Fireworks are banned.

The establishment of spring does not need to be noisy.

All you need is me and them.

Sit around.

Roast the fire, eat melon seeds, chat, drink.

And, of course, there's a table of mahjong.

There are also poems and distances.

There are also family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose.

What is important is the first solar term of the new year.

We were able to be together.

From time to time, laughter spilled out of the cracks in the door.

And the plum blossoms, standing brilliantly outside the window.

Look at the swallows that return early.

With a black tail. Cut the green willow branches by the Gan River.

Author:Li Ping, a post-70s amateur writer and part-time poet, has been insisting on writing in the cracks of making a living, was recommended to join the Hubei Writers Association in 2021, and was elected as the vice chairman of the Xian'an District Writers Association in Xianning City, Hubei Province in 2022. has always been busy with work and survival, reading books in his spare time, insisting on writing, although humble, but never sighing, alone in the text along the path of poetry to the otherworldly spiritual palace.

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Face the sea and look for the light with your black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "speaking for grassroots poets" as its mission and promoting the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, the spiritual pleasure of poetry, and the revelation of poetry to living life.

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