LocationText: Wang Wei.
Night, piece by piece.
Fell. Night.
I'm waiting.
Wait outside me.
I can't catch it. I sent it. I.
in the room. A drop of water screams, a drop of water screams.
One person opens and one person closes. One person.
Original text**: Work 2026 was published on Sina.com in June.
[Xiaoqin reads poetry].
1. Every object that exists in space has a corresponding position, and the vast sky is no exception, the so-called night is just a natural phenomenon when the earth has its back to the sun, and the time of the night is different depending on the location.
2. Lonely night, lonely people, the "waiting" here expresses the state of mind, and the "outside" is closely related to the position, waiting for someone? Waiting for another self? At this moment, I should be the real me, I don't need to wear a mask, and I am also the me after release, and it is reasonable to "can't catch it".
3. "A drop of water screams" seems abrupt, but it highlights the entanglement between the true self and the real self. Whether it's open or closed, it's ultimately one person after unification.
Three sections, connected can be integrated, and points can be independent. The most surprising thing is that the three verses borrow angles, themes jump out, and words are exchanged to highlight the theme, so as to achieve a peculiar fantasy effect. There are not many such poems.