In this life, it is impossible to lift the sky an inch higher, but still stubbornly yearn for the blue sky like a high-rise building.
When it is completed, she looks at the scenery on the balcony.
Sweat infiltrated the wound, and blood disappeared quietly like a river of years.
I look at the high-rise building on the ground.
His works are scattered in Huaihua daily, Hunan Daily, people’s daily, China Water Conservancy news, environmental protection news, high-speed era, Chinese countryside, Xiangjiang literature and art review, China Poetry network, etc.
It is hazy in the sound of frogs.
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My poetry is half the sea water, my soul and half the flame.
I squatted by the low shed, picking up rice, hoping to pick up an ocean.
Rows of skyscrapers were like the crops I planted.
We carry it on our shoulders, nail it with a hammer, twist it with a tie wire, and twist it with a wrench, Welding boards with welding machines finally gave birth to the idea of baby teeth.
I tied the sun and white clouds in the air with the long arm of the crane.
The full moon of Shen long, a construction worker, is a moon cake tall building planted in a foreign sky.
I hope the children will have a rising sky steel bar in the future, just like my scapular bone.
Author introduction Shen long, Dong nationality.
I was as happy as holding up a child with a trowel The moonlight is built into the wall.
I go.
