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Stand at the origin, Mr. Bird
Stand away, Mr. Bird, Mr. Bird, I hate you. You think your bright feathers, your long claws and your soaring wings are all disgusting to me. Stand away, Mr. Bird. Maybe you mean no harm to me, but your body is like death, fearing my weak body. Mr. Bird, Mr. Bird, don't look at me with poor eyes, I won't let you out, because when you spread your wings and fly, I feel your disdain. Your brave wings make me yearn for something. Stand away, Mr Bird. I hate your superiority. Now, you are locked, and I have been locked. If you can't fly, I can't escape. I did it once, too, and I had to. Mr Bird, Mr Bird, why are you crying? Don't show me innocently, we are all the same and bound. Stand away, Mr Bird. I have a heart of stone. If you want me to cry, you won't succeed. We have no enmity, I just don't like your glamour. Mr. Bird, Mr. Bird, I unlocked the lock. Why don't you leave? I told you my story, did you stay moved? Stand away, Mr. Bird, since you are not leaving, don't let me see you sad. Mr. Bird, Mr. Bird, if I let you go, will you let me go? You fly, take my sadness, take my sadness, feed the horses in the grassland, and bloom the lilacs in the fields. Stand away, Mr Bird. Don't look at me with sympathy. I know what to do. I don't wait for you to liberate, and I won't cry to you, because you, like me, have helplessness and sadness. Stand far away, Mr. Bird. You should leave quickly. I will cry. After crying, I will live hard.
By Murray Puma5 years ago in Poets
Wait For Me
Wait for me. He was born in the same year as her and is a neighbor. We played together and grew up together. The little girl always runs ahead, while the little boy chases and shouts, wait for me! Kindergarten classmates, the little boy chased the little girl at school and shouted wait for me. Primary school classmates, after school, the little boy chased the little girl and shouted wait for me. Finally in junior high school, the little girl grew into a shy girl, and the little boy became a silent teenager. Teenagers don't shout to girls to wait for me, just walk far behind girls. Every day, the teenager always gets up early, stands quietly behind the gate, waits quietly, and hears the footsteps of the girl who opens the gate next door go away gently, and the teenager follows up silently. Every time the school bell rings, the teenager always arranges his schoolbag slowly, and when the corner of his eye is a little slender, he immediately gets up and goes home. Gradually, this secret became a well-known secret. My best friend hugged the boy's neck and followed the girl together. She said to him with a bad smile and called her. Young red, silent. A good girl stopped the teenager at the door of the classroom, teased her and called her. The teenager pretended not to hear and walked away. She walked in the flying snow, her shoulders falling white. She walked in the morning sun, her whole body covered with a halo. He has been walking behind her in silence. Chunhua Qiushi, took part in the college entrance examination, girls entered the famous universities in the capital, and teenagers only entered the local ordinary colleges. So far, they have no news of each other. After graduation, he found a good job with the help of relatives. He was stable and at leisure. Occasionally, he knew that she stayed in the capital by chatting with her neighbor's aunt. He talked about a few lukewarm relationships, and finally married a wife who can't say love or not. Life is like a small stream flowing in front of the door, that is, it is insipid and never turns back. Occasionally, between dreams and awakens, I vaguely seem to see a touch of snow white and a halo. Time flies. He is already a middle-aged uncle. Every day, he sees all kinds of people and drinks strange wine. He can't remember her appearance. Even the white and halo are lost in the years. Finally, he was going to the end of his life. He was lying in a hospital bed, covered with various pipes, surrounded by children and grandchildren, and sobbing. Clever granddaughter took his hand and asked him what else he had to say. He thought hard with his eyes closed. At this moment, a touch of snow white and a halo appeared alternately. He seemed to be back as a teenager and followed her. She turned her head and looked at him shyly and boldly, with bright eyes. He suddenly felt an air filling his chest and wanted to shout to her like a child. He opened his mouth and shouted loudly, but all he heard was a hissing gasp. Suddenly, the night came, and it was as thick as ink, and even the white and halo were submerged, and there was no light ever since.
By Noah Register5 years ago in Poets
