An original poem

The rain wets the road, the
fragrance glows with the moist soil, the
fireflies dance
with the entanglement, and I lost my way home in the night, the
mist rises quietly,
and slowly spreads to the
distance. The city in the distance leaves a shadow for the eyes and
it is in time The inside gradually became clear
and gradually blurred

He Weikang, July 2020

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