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Most people are like fallen leaves, floating in the air, tumbling, trembling, and finally helplessly surrendering to the ground. But there are a few people who are like stars moving along a given orbit: the wind of impermanent destiny does not blow them, and their hearts have a predetermined path. - Hesse
"Poetry"
Text/Yunxi
Hear about the solar system outside the third orbit,
Sprout the most abundant existence of the barren universe.
First it was sunny,
Dispel the age of wilderness and fog,
Civilization has since taken root in the mind of enlightenment.
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And then dignified,
Engraved on the altar of the stone wall of the nations,
Attract the heads of the gods,
Scramble to feast on this feast.
If the wind is flowing,
Just drunk in the arms of the sunset,
Tired of peach branches folding themselves to the east wind,
The good deeds always chant with vulgar passages,
That unspeakable gesture.
Or Juan is crazy like who immortals disdain to provoke dust,
A wandering skeleton based on clouds.
Or idyllic reclining bamboo in a tea bowl,
The writer loves to dip him in the moon generously.
He who does not do it for anyone,
It's a surging bag.
"The lights of the years slept
It's all over
I've forged ahead
I also felt guilty and remorseful
I have spared no effort
I have also retreated and escaped
Spend all your luck
In exchange for half a lifetime of memories
I remember the scent of jasmine in the dark night
I remember you."
"The World Is It"
Text/Xu Wenle
Distant mountains always
Unable to hold up the sinking sunset
But this moment of the day
But the light of the sun is given to the human world
Painted in holy colors
At dusk, it became more and more tranquil
The days are not hurried or slow
Time means a lot
This moment of the day
I'm with a certain emotion
Sit on the floor
Thinking about those loops
Unchanged
Rain or mud
Those that dissipate
Mutilated
Shadow or tombstone
That's the way the world is
Where the star fell
The night returns to the night
I think of the deceased
I think of you who traveled far
Age is just a number, and you'd better just think of it as a number. No matter when, as long as you maintain a childlike heart for change and are full of beautiful curiosity about the unknown world, you will always live in the middle of the turbulent youth until the last night of life. Conversely, if you lose your curiosity about the future of the world, you will be buried forever in shattered memories.
Words, often the product of a person's solitude, are also the closest thing to the soul...
"Winter in the Village"
Text/Hlove Wang Yahui
I haven't seen heavy snow in a long time
I mean, that kind of goose feather
Heavy snow could not be dissolved for a week
Winter is getting more and more scrawled
Snow pressed against the morning frost perfunctorily
Thinking back to the village when I was a child, heavy snow closed the door
Families go out to plow the snow
"It's not cold when it snows," dad said
Four or five strands of white gas gathered around a chimney
Distant far away, look at the clouds. There are also some things that are buried deeper than the snow. Some places are dissolving.
"Those who know others are wise, and those who know themselves are wise." We must clearly know how many pounds we have, know that face is the most illusory thing, and dignity is our own inner energy, which can be firmly grasped in our own hands. Quit face and live out in order to pursue a happier life.
"Frost Is Heavy"
Text/People-oriented
The frost is heavy
Eyes full of the smell of time
A drop of fog
A grain of dust
Condensed the weight of the thick frost
Divine
And inviolable sharpness
Gaze along the frost color
A kind of blood
Gushing power
It's unstoppable
This is countless times in the wind and frost
The most deliberate wind and frost
Just look at it affectionately
We can see it
Poetry and far away
Shan Yue did not know the bottom of his heart, the water and the wind were empty in front of the flowers in front of him, and | Wen Tingjun
Man is really a product of ideas.
When you get into trouble, either solve it or convince yourself to accept it.
To be decent, it is necessary to give up some of the benefits.
To benefit, always lose something easier.
Everyone values differently, and no one has to criticize anyone. Some people can't stand physical suffering, and some people can't stand psychological suffering.
The pain is to choose the group of people who can't stand both, so that you can't be self-consistent and can't convince yourself.
"Residual Lotus"
Text/Shijiazhuang-Jinshan
The pond is scattered and colorless, and the decadent branches and leaves have their own posture
Hugh has compassion for the years, and he will be different every day
Ordinary people, fate puts the first half of your life in the whirlpool of people, you can't choose. The probability of meeting good teachers and wise people is very low, and the level of information and cognition conveyed to you will not be high. The best way to improve is to read the classics. It is the top intelligent person in human society, who will think and profoundly summarize the world and life.
"There is compassion in the world, there is good medicine in the world"
Text/Gobi Station
Bones stand up at dusk
Support the cooking smoke on the roof ridge
Time leaves room
Enough to cry a few times
A skinny horse travels through the westerly wind
Loneliness grows in a flourishing madness
The setting sun stretched the back of his father's plow
Mother is suffering from a pot of good medicine
Last night, I swallowed a large amount of hidden patience
A cigarette rose in the lungs
Someone I miss
Wrapped in the wind
That year, the long cry was no longer worth scrutinizing
For example, the mother is on earth
Used some tangerine peel, yam
There is also arsenic
I am still here in this world
Used to heal wounds
The tragedy of how many promotions and abandonments of officials, gathering wealth and scattering wealth tell us: High-ranking officials, glory and wealth are all things outside the body, only your knowledge, wisdom, character, thoughts, cultivation, and the mind of these invisible and untouchable things are really yours, but unfortunately many people do not compromise their means for fame and fortune, violate their conscience, act arbitrarily, but lose the conscience, justice, compassion and compassion that they must have as human beings .........
If you read a lot of books on a regular basis, even if you are surrounded by mediocre people, you will stand out because you control your own information input.
【Group poems】Text/Zhang Zhanyun
"History of Navigation" (outer one)
In the distance is the starry sky
No matter how far away is the starry sky
Storm Meteor Black Hole
Billions of years of sailing
Just one
Blue sailboat
Pain is a magical thing. It turns something vague into a very clear feeling. Always dull to return, for the sake of feeling. It is through being hurt, changing the clarity and sharpness. Presence is associated with pain, and safety is always tightly numb. ——Liu Yu
Alienation
Sit pan at the Kang table
A plate of dried dates
No wine
It's two big bowls
Boiled water floating in the moonlight
There were no cell phones at that time
Forget each other when you say goodbye
"I believe that everyone can have a given happiness, no matter what happens at this time, what the past is, and look forward to the future with hope, because God is always fair, and he loves all beings in the world, sooner or later." 」
--Yu Yan
A person's true upbringing cannot be pretended. It is the constraint before people, and it is also the self-discipline after people. Every detail in life is actually a reflection of upbringing.
"Later" (outer one)
The lamp ran out of oil
There was a chicken chirp in the cup
Like a dead leaf
Floating in the snoring of the old monk
A little monk who meditates
Still thinking about it
The story of the mountain once upon a time
Maybe we can't change the whole society, but the individual's heart is to maintain a conscience, and when you complain about the total degeneration, it does not mean that you personally must be lost. You can talk about history and memory, music and poetry, the richness of life, understanding the suffering of others, expanding the dimensions of life. You don't have to be a fighter, but you can be a cultured person, a person with deep thoughts and emotions
"Window"
The window is two paintings
Looking from the outside in
Bookcase Desk Teacup
Look inside out
Tall buildings Street Crowded
Closed window panes
Blocked the wind
But they couldn't stop the sun
I couldn't stop the roar of the car
Friends get together, comfort each other's situation, lament the passage of time and fate, and sigh and touch cups and cups.
Kitajima wrote that "then we had dreams, about literature, about love, about traveling across the world. Now we drink late at night, and the cups touch together, and it's the sound of broken dreams," probably like that.
"We're going to get together forever."
And the things of life, who knows.
Tomorrow across the mountain, the world is in the middle of nowhere.
Wing Lan
Text/Liang Jixue
Mei Lan since the ancient gentleman's love,
What is a creek broken sleeve scarf,
Yaosizi period meets Boya,
Since then, there have been confidants in the rivers and lakes.
Only when a person bends down to introspect himself can he not be blinded and see the real world, the real self. We often blame others, making mistakes ourselves but always justifying ourselves. Contradictions between people often arise because of this. Therefore, knowing how to introspect is a rare cultivation.
As long as there is a more ideal world in the heart, as long as you believe that doing something can get closer to it, do something. Building the future little by little is the meaning of life.
"Late Return"
Text/Sansheng pen and ink
Go with the sea of clouds, idle with the sunset.
In the remnants of the people, the moon sets small garden flowers.
2022.01.18
There is a very cute person in the world, this person is looking at this article, really envious of these words, thousands of mountains and rivers, see you on my behalf. Forward the original poem with sugar to eat ❤:
There are all five tastes in the world, but I only want the sweetness that you give alone
This encounter was truly a miracle, like the Sahara is full of roses, and I happened to meet you
Without a little madness, life is not worth living
Is there a very advanced kind of copywriting and poetry?
Where there are people who miss you, that is where you belong
Author | Original poetry | Yunxi / Xu Wenle / Hlove Wang Yahui / People-oriented / Shijiazhuang - Jinshan / Gobi Station / Zhang Zhanyun / Yu Yan / Liang Jixue / Sansheng Pen and Ink (in addition to poetry ◎ Quotation sentences Some sentences are derived from the signature and unnamed source of the invasion and deletion Thanks to the American masterpiece)
Figure | Deaf Fox (original handwriting authorized for one poem and one article) (Thanksgiving Beauty)
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