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Good poems every day | in the September wind

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Good poems every day | in the September wind

In the winds of September

Wen | Geng Bing

One

Those red-plated iron blocks

It is the only entity of the twilight system

And me

In the hills that can not be grazed in your mountains

A mountain song

Pharmacopoeia who uses a piece of poppy

Relieve cough for the father

I can't even get out of the clutter

Say goodbye to a pack of hungry wolves in time

Walking on foot

Father, don't be afraid

I'm hiding in your pipe

The cold smoke that never goes out

I am the one who jumps up at any moment in the night

cheetah

I can't help the wind of the child

What a mess

Maybe you'll do it in a burning tone

State to the sea of cang

In the darkness of the depths, I was still determined

Use apricot kernels full of trees

Summoning your soul

I am a humble tinder

Destroy it

All it takes is a great rain

Wake up this autumn night

All the tribulations

Two

Don't be after a rain of apricot blossoms

Bring out a seat of luxury

The wolf that stared at the tiger

Is on a long journey from the tops of Bangkok

Strike

And how I stopped them

Stick it into my thin shell

Gray eye sockets

Those bright lights

It will erase all the boiling when Ah Bing regains his sight

Boulders of the Aegean Sea

It's just silence, as if in silence

Only moonlight is the most deadly

Like the fierceness of the red wolf

Mercy The death knell

Funeral Broken temple

Monet's torture was constantly attacked

Give me a mountain flower

Perhaps the most expensive dowry for mothers

In the long cold wind

Try it

Happy blade

In the dark

I will always be the loudest Sanskrit song

Three

Smash those ancient pottery of Hemudu

I heard Father

Still tempted with a piece of candy

The wilted black sheep

How real

I need to use a season to swim across

My shell

Dull yellow leaves like wild wheat

Climb the hill to the top of the mountain under the remains of my father

There are many expensive platinums growing over the bush

Please start from

My bones and blood are extracted from DNA similar to my father's

I arrived a full spring and autumn later than the wind

Four

Who wants to come from the edge of the heavens

Walk independently

Who puts the inner flustered thoughts

Give it to one plant

Purslane without knowing the bottom

My suffering

Thrive in hard rock cliffs

until

My palms are full of cacti

Full of worldly infatuation

Five

How to dissect the ending of a butterfly specimen

Like a throbbing river at dusk

My White Horse Temple

He never took in beggars

From its lonely expression

All the coffee soothed me with exhaustion

Six

In a pool of stars-filled abyss Hi Pi

In the blue flames

Dance

My spring is in jeopardy

But they were at a loss

Before arriving at dawn

Hide a killing

My cattle and sheep are rejoicing

Father

Leave a prairie whether it is okay

I will pull out my Huma

Drive through the Yin Mountains

Go and save your country

Seven

Move out of the call to death

Before a cycle of life and death

Prepare the sake and meat

My love is no better than Shandandan

More shallow

I am silent

More suffocating than time and space

Eight

Those tender roses

Is after decay

The most frivolous condition

maybe

I can't get it from the yummy yet

Zhilan incense neutralizes my leopard

Brutally hurriedly ended

This spring

I can't stand it

This pouring rain is in my pure dreams

Hit my bleached words

Only in the shadows

The sun was shining

I was out of the folds of the sun

Look up

The castle belongs to you

Nine

Let's snow

The wind is about to go

Full of flying wings

At the father's base awaits the black swans with Achi

Chinser and Chimes

Good poems every day | in the September wind

Facing the sea, look for light with black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "giving voice to grassroots poets" as its mission and carries forward the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of the truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spiritual pleasure of poetry. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Spring Warm Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Grass Long Warblers Flying in Reading Sleeping Poems". The poets work tirelessly, the poetry club forges ahead, constantly innovates, recommends excellent poems, produces high-quality poetry collections, recites excellent works, recommends poets' works in various forms, lets more people read excellent works, appreciates poetry culture, we are on the move!

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