Eyes on the future Prose poetry series May13.2019.Monday Shan  peng（山鹏） No21.My own field

躺在属于自己的那片天地里，不在渲泄对过往的追忆，让灵魂融入未来的遐想。微风轻拂，静静地摇曳着透过晨曦的云影，原野上，闪烁着季节更迭和日月轮转的光芒。

那些来自灵魂深处的冥想和思索，看似总有那么点漫不经心，然而，却在否定之否定之后，显得异常坚定。于是，铺陈一片洁白，携带一抹飘逸的暖色，让生活充满了诗的意境。

Lying in my own field，no longer let out the memory of the past，let the soul into the future reverie。The breeze blows gently，quietly flickering through the morning clouds，on the plain，twinkling with the change of seasons and the rotation of the sun and moon。

The meditations and reflection that come from the depths of the soul， it always seems a little careless，but，after the negation of negation，the will is extremely firm。Whereupon，spread out a spotlessly white，take along a warm and flowing color，let life be full of poetic conception。