"New Poetry Picking" Zhang Jinhu | Purple Wild Flowers (Ten Micro Poems)

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insect

The bugs are in the temple's hoe

Listen to the scriptures

Bite

Don’t eat the smell of the world

Not showing mountains

Not dew water

Do your ancestors

scarecrow

Birds, later

I also know, this is the momentum

It was for them

Be free

Full feces on the top of the head

Swaying on the arm

more than this

Still under his clothes

Building nests, laying eggs

Half the wind and rain

shadow

Without the sun

I just found

The shadow has left quietly

turn out to be

he and me

Not a blood type

New house

The new house I live

It's father, the savings of a lifetime

Every night in the middle of the night

I can always hear

The sound of tile knife knocking bricks

Father is a mud worker

Younger son

At the age of forty

She gave birth to the younger son

After the family planning is addictive

After that, never

I have painted the eyebrows, painted makeup

After that, I always frowned

Always shattering

Always, the tone of the words

Go to put the sheep without reading

Always, hopes

Disappointed

broad bean

naked

I give me you

No desire

No luxury

I'm just a broad bean

spider

I vomit the net

In that corner

For the mosquito for the abdomen

Why do you shed tears

Summer Palace-Kunming Lake

That winter

Walk in Kunming Lake, Summer Palace

There is a speaker notification

The ice layer is too thin

Dangerous

But I have gone to the center of the lake

Retreat or advance

Faintly can hear the sound of cracking ice

Let's go in

Although I can't swim

Although I am a little timid

But then I was really young

Rain

Watching the rain, listening to the rain

Put your head into the rain

Look at the sky

Visible

Purple Wild Flower

The wind shakes a purple wild flower

Under the sunset

near me

I can smell the faint fragrance

About the Author

Zhang Jinhu, a native of Fuping County, Shaanxi Province. It is scattered in more than five pilots/puppets in newspapers and online platforms.

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