Written by Zhang Qian. a) Late at night.
Wrapped in silver.
Just to embrace your flamboyance.
I empathize.
Whether it impresses your indifferent eyes.
Call your crystal name.
Snow. Let your garments be wet.
Snow. My love.
Flying into lines of poetry.
Just to ask you-
Long time no see. Are you okay?
2) Treading the snow does not necessarily mean looking for plums.
Embracing is not necessarily an extravagant expectation.
Kiss you on the lips. Just to stamp the memory stamp.
Once. You chase willfully.
I wander willfully.
Handle into ice. It's the death of memory.
Right now. You're still the same way you were.
I've been thinking about it for a long time.
Can you ** your coldness.
c) You. Will it come back.
Dance with you at this moment.
Fireworks in the world, infatuation and resentment.
White and muddy.
Footprints and tear stains.
Real and vivid.
Pleasant and hearty.
Your six-petal fragrance.
It's blooming in my heart.
Sober up my former madness.
I want to witness with the fierceness of the wind.
I will come to you in the coming year.
Let it fly.
Unscrupulously.
Plunder all my reverie.
Author: Zhang Qian, female, vice chairman of Jieshou Writers Association, director of Fuyang Writers Association, member of Anhui Writers Association. He is a member of the Chinese Prose Poetry Society. He has published prose and poetry in major newspapers and magazines many times. He has co-published a collection of poetry and prose "Swaying Tongling" and a collection of reportage "Spring and Autumn of the Teaching Garden". Unity published a collection of personal poetry and essays "Lansheng Valley".