chicken market

One by one pale and lifeless,

Dotted with deadly scars in fishy red.

Stretch out the longer neck from the blade

To whom?

It was a meal, it was a companion, it was a...

A knife and a knife full of resentment and melancholy,

The uneven cut surface just separates the bones that should not be separated,

No one in this world wants to imitate Pao Ding,

It is common to kill chickens with a bull's knife.

The only ones who were not sick were also culled,

Is the bag by bag a cemetery or boiling water?

once gorgeous or eclipsed

It doesn't matter anymore.

It's a chicken that can't fly, it's fate to blame

Straight, soulless, blurred eyes staring at egrets, yellow warblers, and even noisy sparrows...