I am 28 years old
I'm 28 years old and I feel like I'm running out of time
This does not mean that I am about to step into the space of death
Just those talented people who died young
Amazing verses have been left behind
And I had a hunch in my head
To disappear before the age of thirty
This world is shrouded in shimmering light
Sensitive, fragile, and easily infiltrated skin is not recognized
I sniffed the ink of the neutral pen in my hand and remembered
When I was a child, the wild fruits on the side of the road were not eaten and waited to fall off
As a young man, I dabbled in their entire lives
I also lamented that time was rushing to do nothing
Now I'm about to grow old, in life
I will also be a roadside wild fruit in the eyes of others
The picture is a stiff man with iron embedded in his throat
I will also feed their eyes with my own example
But I was afraid of this, even if I had thought rationally
Dimming the lights, I banished the larvae in my body one by one
Repeatedly woke up in the middle of the night, like an out-of-body experience
Sucking in the comfort that the night gives me before the day comes
Farewell before dawn
The accumulation of wheat grass before dawn, the crimson morning glow
The dawn is eroded by the night again and again
At this time, the early morning had arrived, and the bats that had frozen their branches fell
Last night's chatter and chatter became a thing of the past
With the machine stopping, the angel's pulse stopped throbbing
The gods in charge of the night at the manger still want to get away with it
Fortunately, this scene finally fell, but fortunately, the evidence was conclusive
Finally, the darkness is eliminated and the cut is clear
Read
Late nights and reading always build a possibility
Between the earth and the sky, man
In the silence, you can find rusty copper plates in the dark
In the pores of the copper plate, the moonlight is like water
A shadow crossed in front of the window
As he spoke, his bones began to turn black
The disease grows rapidly
As with many biographies, the distance from birth to death
But three or five lines on the paper
They are trapped in swamps
They expanded, breaking the fish tank with viral sadness
They were printed in groups on the corpses of the forest
The power of example is great
A seed of unrealistic fantasy
clear and bright
None of them seem to matter anymore. The nail that fell into the plate
I know the jingle of fate. Not by accident
The wind and rain of the earth, washed countless times, rushed
Time is fast and terrible, and people will go slower and slower
Sand is the gilded sun, or today, clear
It's just that spring rushes with sentimentality, like a disease
Lighting lamps, burning paper, playing lanterns, I carry my shadow
Suddenly returning, the body was first penetrated by the light
——The above works are selected from Shu Xian's poetry collection "In the Mirror of Solitude"
Yun Jie, currently the host of the Urban FM Radio Program of Gansu Provincial Radio and Television Corporation, is currently hosting live interview programs such as "Eight-Point Reading Club", "Ruyi Gansu Longshang Encounter", "Car Friends Outdoor Club" and so on. Mandarin First Class A.