Reading a poem and going to bed| I hid many stories, secretly at the head of the bed where my mother slept

The Shadow

I see the truth only in the shadows

When I meet you, I become your shadow

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Tonight, I came out of the shadows

Seeing the secret you have hidden in your heart, a corner has been dug up

I wandered there, fed by your heart

I know, I am your shadow

This character, half sad, half rejoicing

Passers-by laughed at me at night

It's your shadow

But in my dreams, I saw countless shadows

It turns out that it's not just me, it's your shadow

You have also been a shadow of someone else

"I've Secretly Hidden a Lot of Stories"

I hid many stories, secretly

At the head of the bed where my mother had slept, the quilt was covered

When no one notices, it is also secretly placed under the eaves

My mother fell asleep at night listening to my story

Those stories make the room very warm

Fireflies in summer, with the night as a backdrop

Sing around the house with melodious voices

Mothers will miss the laughter of the children coming home

I was at ease and hid the story in the place closest to my mother

Secretly, build them a comfortable paradise

Mother lives here, and so does the story

Waiting for me to come home and evoke them from every corner

I can't rest assured that the years have been displaced

I was worried that the city's storage was crowded and pale

The naughty children of the story often run around

I thought about hiding them secretly by my mother's side for a long time

"From the poem, start to escape"

A pair of eyes, coming from a distance

Poetry crawls all over the paper in the way of a poet

One word at a time

All live in one pair of eyes

This little world, choking up and singing its own praises

The host walked away lightly and left his heart here

Hope

The cicadas sang shallowly, and there was a long wait in their eyes

I shared a pair of eyes with the departing host

Betraying hidden secrets, we know

The heart is no longer here

Everyone, like the other, fled naked in the silence

Author: Selected Poets of "Reading Sleeping Poems": Yi Qing

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".

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