Prose Poetry: A Midsummer Night, Dry

You're late. Have a drink. Smoking inferior cigarettes.

As usual, the river is lonely. Not like before? There are no waves kissing the river bank in the night wind, which reminds me deeply that because of the indifference of the river bank, the waves die and fall into helpless silence. Endless damp and heat, endless dryness! There is not a breath of air ...

It is not the air that suffocates, it is the world that stops breathing. Look at nothing!

Short skirt by the river? Long skirt? Pajamas ... women in various skirts; Still sitting? Still squatting? Or lie ... all kinds of men. He licked his cell phone and spoke a messy dialect.

The corner of the pier is still flowing and the music is out of tune. A group of lovely aunts, accompanied by messy vocal music, twisted their deformed charming bodies. I think the elves all over the world are enjoying their most drunken dance.

All kinds of beautiful ladies and gentlemen, with metal chains in their hands, ringing at the bright end, all kinds of famous dogs and beautiful dogs, with scarlet tongues, cried and danced gracefully-this road is theirs, and others are forbidden to go.

Passing vehicles occasionally ring two "flutes"; Flashing headlights twice. As if begging, can you respect God on the way to "borrow the Tao"? The vehicle is here, as small as an ant with a broken leg.

There were young riders and joggers passing by in a hurry. In front of the barbecue stall, a bunch of people are enjoying themselves.

The most conspicuous thing is a pair of young men and women in a corner, who are doing disharmonious things with great fanfare. Let you guess: they are inextricably linked. ...

There are no stars and moons, and there are no Xia Feng and night birds. Everything that is dry is making a sound, but nothing can be heard.

Fear comes from the heart, skin and bones. Step up and escape from the dryness of this summer night.

Go back to the small building and turn on the light. Light another inferior cigarette, drink a cup of old tea and return to the cool world.

So, the dryness of a midsummer night? Run away quietly!

Author: Tianyuan

Completed on August 6th, 20 18 (the night before in beginning of autumn).