Photo by Raisa Milova on Unsplash
The north wind rushes through the night
A snowflake
Why didn't
Come with the wind
These ice-skinned women
Missed the butterfly in spring
Missed the rainbow in summer
Missed the geese in autumn
If I miss this north wind again
I may not be able to discuss with you again this year
How to heat up the cold poetry
I long for these women in plain clothes
Calling friends to come down from the sky
To plant their roots in the earth
To make my hometown pregnant
I stubbornly think
The peach blossom, apricot blossom, pear blossom that bloom in spring
Are the snowflakes after makeup
From the depths of the earth
The smiling face that peeks out from the earth
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