I and Nanning Modern Poetry

Text/Zizhuxin

Cut from the belly of a big bird, a little unknown me.

Crowded in the streets of Nanning, looking for a rare story.

The taxi driver's speech, the lobby manager's statement, and the shyness of the little girl who works outside.

I swallowed a sweet horn into my memory. Sticky, red dates smile.

There are also some lights, music and dancing crowds, playing with children.

Architecture, connected with architecture. What stands in the clouds is nothing more than the thinking and exploration of those mortals.

After all, it's midnight in this hotel. A man is tapping on the keyboard.

Write down some related and irrelevant trivia. Thirty-five degrees, chasing summer and spring.

The sky is full of stars, and this is the opposite market. A bustling community, my shuttle bus.

Time and time again, from eyes to feet, from feet to eyes.

Back and forth, back and forth. Write down my first feelings and expectations for the future.

The story precipitated into a story, and after several years, it took root and became solid.