Good poems of the day
The snow lost plum incense
Text/Geng Bing (Shanghai)
One
Thin clouds trance
It's in a dream
But it's not
I heard on old metal
Tinkling drums
Hear the morning bell in the ancient Paleolithic Age
Blossom
More sparkle
Sunshine from within
Every poem from Sheng Tang
And my love is like the rainy season
Noisy frogs
Just in your casual moments
Will be the inner majesty
and discredited out
When a tree is no longer in isolation
present
My nights were a little more comforting
Two
There are many ways to escape
For example, retreat
For example, go to the breeze and bright moon
dance
Like what
Use a cup of turbid wine
Decorate the darkness of the heart
My shallow love
Start breeding more
unreal
For example, when the rainy season comes
A cluster of shiny ones
peach blossom
When a flock of geese has not yet returned
Detonate the crazy long morning glory in the courtyard
Three
Maybe I should gradually learn to forget
Learn to use a low meteoric sound
Express the helplessness and shyness in the twilight autumn
After the iris blossoms up the buds
dissemble
My desolate narrative under the stars
In the chirping of birds and crows throughout the night
Polish the flowing rain in the clouds
Take my shallowness
Interpretation for the future
King Kong gold is solemn
And I did it again and again
In the presence of the Buddha
Kill a blackfish
or
I no longer blindly follow the teachings of my pastor
When in the group has not yet fallen asleep
Strip me of my gorgeous clothes
With my piping hot soul
Open the way for you
Four
The Overlord's Dark Horse
Gone
I saw the Wujiang port
Dark rivers
and Yu Ji, who hurts her heart and lungs
Still standing
In the fierce wind
Wait for the heroes
Stepping on the flowers to return
With the last beacon
Burn the city you love
And the beauty who stood at the head of the city
It has long been in history
A beautiful person with extraordinary style
Five
Sporadic night rain got wet
Humble wildflowers
Those smooth clouds on the edge of the cliff
So gentle
It's like a mermaid
Red lychees
Ancestors in the eerie forest
cemetery
I swallow you
Steely bones
Compassion has no boundaries
It's like after autumn
Every cry will be in the depths of time
Bloom beautiful flowers
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