On the peasantry
The peasants are being eradicated one by one,
Their history will also be burned to ashes.
And do not be proud, for there is a grave in the field,
That's for rabbits!
A group of black, white, and motley hounds,
Follow the route designated by the master,
The dragon and the tiger are alive and well, and they pounce on the caves,
Place rabbit ears and bones of ancestors
They were taken away and brought to their masters.
Like many vanishing populations,
The emerging human beings do not remember that the history books recorded the peasants!
The land is under planks, flowers are in bottles,
Where there will be fingers filled with the smell of earth
Holding the original arbor and the sharp knife edge,
Not drinking coffee and basking in the midday sun?
Classroom communication technology, why will it be primitive life
As a subject, slander a pair of wise eyes?
mahjong
A gray sparrow landed in front of me,
I stopped, and for a moment
It made me want to capture it.
The sparrow stood there with its head tilted and stared at me,
For a moment, it was in its mind
There is also a conjecture of eating silkworms and devouring me.
The wind rushed down from among the leaves, pushing it,
Let this delusional freak quickly sober up:
This is human; You are the meat of the animal kingdom!
Angry cat
…… It's no longer so self-contained,
It rampages, it runs straight; Path from the high-rise building
Jumping down, like a desperate woman!
It no longer catches mice, forgets its job, forgets everything!
Its personality has become irritable and can't stand the noise of the high-speed rail.
It jumped on the electric fence without any scruples, glaring at the tracks,
Crash into a speeding train with your own flesh!
- Why is it doing this?
A crowd gathered around it in search of answers!
I can't light your heart
I can't light the lamp of your heart,
Maybe it's because my Starfire is too cold!
My desire to kiss your lips,
Now it's a sin.
The time and space in front of us are separated,
There is not a single bridge leading to each other.
The years are burning out your life,
My dreams were shattered by it.
Author: Shao Feng, a native of Feidong, Anhui Province, a writer, screenwriter, and calligraphy enthusiast. His main works include the novel collection "Laibei"; the script "Rental Room" series, the sci-fi script "The Legend of Tolu", etc.; Long poem "The Adventures of Jia Yousi" and so on.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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