Every day's original poems and dreams, don't rub shoulders with me anymore
In this life, people do not live many days, but how many days they remember. Every day you remember will be an irreproducible day in your life.
If the vine of time climbs the story of time, that day must be a branch that turns a thousand times.
"Life"
Text/Hlove Wang Yahui
Want to write a very long poem
Grow up enough to summarize the story of a lifetime
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Hibiscus by the window shakes the leaves
The evening breeze gently brushes the cheeks
Finally just write
- "I am like the wind, all like the wind"
When I felt the clearest, I felt that I had become an empty corridor, and the wind blew through, and on the other side flowers and everything were produced.
/Gu Cheng's Philosophical Thoughts
"Clouds"
Text/Kaihara
Youth took those emerald hands again
Slowly smoothing out the yellow slowed me down
Autumn in the old days
Bottles and cans jingle broken I will toward
The sky floats and becomes a thousand clouds
The existence of nothingness
Forget the feeling of holding hands
Can't do how to hold tightly
Leave only in the cold
Maybe I'm going to be one
Repressive clouds
Maybe you look at me at dusk
The warmth in my eyes should be me again
The beginning of recovering the residual temperature
Because you want to be a flower, you will feel that spring has left you; if you are spring, there is no departure, there will always be flowers.
——Gu Cheng's "Gu Cheng's Philosophical Thoughts"
May you walk the world as a flower, see the complexities of the world without leaving a trace in your heart. Flowers bloom into scenery, flowers fall into poetry.
【Group poems】Text/People-oriented
"Towards Spring"
After a heavy snowfall
Another snowstorm was forecast
There was no appointment
The sky is in a hurry
It's sunny
The warmth of the sun
Spread the branches again
Dead branches are picturesque
The leaves are flower-like
The fruit of perseverance
Hang down the dream of anticipation
All the tranquil atmosphere
They are all sprouting in fascination
The branches are stretched
The life force of Penghu
In the sun
Bursts of fire again and again
Break free from the shackles of winter
Heading for spring
The years slipped away bit by bit, inadvertently, so fast that we were too late to stay at the next intersection. Nor can it predict the unknown lens of life.
Spring dreams are traceless because there are too many beautiful things, which always make people feel nothing. Floating like a wisp of light smoke, ethereal and difficult to catch. Opinions vary, and everyone expresses themselves differently. The poet puts it into the pen, the yake places his love on the landscape, and the man exiles himself on the stage. There are also many mediocre people who have transformed many small feelings into the bits and pieces of life. We want to escape some fateful arrangement, but we will meet them in a narrow way.
"The Snow Is Picturesque"
After a small year
The flavor of the year is getting stronger and stronger
and amiable fireworks
All carry the warmth of the world
Melting snow
From a subversive one
Wake up in the white
The snow is picturesque
Trekking in the footsteps
All the efforts
All have gone deep into the dirt
Extend into the distance
The purity of the snow
It is transforming into the goodness of spring water
Wake up a grass
Also wake up throughout the spring
It was a happy day, I was strolling through the garden, and I wanted nothing for the world. This is a gift from the poet to his own heart.
—Nobel Laureate in Literature Che. Milosz 'The Gift'
But for most people, life changes slowly. Today and yesterday seem no different; tomorrow may also be the same as today. Maybe there are only one or two brilliant moments in a person's life - or even a lifetime may be spent in the ordinary... However, if you think about it, everyone's life is also a world. Even the most ordinary man has to fight for the existence of his world. In this sense, in these ordinary worlds, there is not a single day that is calm.
——From "Ordinary World"
"Sending Cattle to Meet the Jade Tiger"
Text/ Han Xing
Kasumi
Sprinkled all over the road
Cinnamon is embellished with branches
The fragrance dances with the wind
Decorations
New peach for old charm
Tong Shu showed a happy face
Overflowing with joy
Thousands of households
The cold wind could not stop it
The smell of the year is getting stronger and stronger
Fire tree honeysuckle
Send cattle to meet jade tigers
Good rain knows the season
The young swallow knows the way back
Peace of mind
Please take the ideal horse and whip from here. The spring color on the road is just right, and the sun is clear in the sky.
—— Liusha River "Ideal"
When you really want to do something, the whole universe unites to help you.
- "The Shepherd's Fantastic Journey"
【Group poems】Wen/Qiu Shuoxiang
《One》
Cage lights under the orange shadow tree
It's hard to forget about wine
A nebula story
The fertility is still the same, and the flow of the year is still the same
Cups are all apricot money
Fresh snow in the middle of winter
Wait for the shower
Mino Pegasus
Jungui tasted tea together
I love this kind of light, a few lights or even a glimmer of a lamp can not illuminate the darkness, but it will bring a little courage, a little warmth to some sleepless people in the cold night.
- Barkin,"The Lamp"
《II》
Perhaps, we carry our own fluorescence
The distance is getting farther and farther away
However, we have not dimmed
It's just a shadow of each other
Whenever there is a little – even if it is only a little
A little bit of sparkle
We will also meet again in the depths of memory
Accompany you every move, accompany you every smile
The tired birds return to the forest, the fish soar to the bottom, and the fallen leaves return to the roots, which are all the desire for home, and life is also pursuing a kind of destination.
——Dong
With matter, that is survival; with spirit, that is life.
- Hugo
《III》
The night snow is silent
He also had a good time with me
Long dreams are hard to sleep
At first dawn, the sun stirred up the light
I put rouge on yu skin
There is a lonely face imprinted in the canopy
Four sari smoke
Rows of mirages were fortified
The snow shoots lightly touch the bud strings
It is played by the penglian under the Yao pearl
Find a deadwood with a pillow of snow and sit down
"Come on—" I shouted
Sound spreads in the empty valley
This dusty feast
This Flying Immortal of The Man
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 it with sugar to eat
Author | Original poetry | Hlove Wang Yahui / Haiyuan / People-oriented / Han Xing / Qiu Shuoxiang (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 | Zhang Xingxiao (original handwriting of a poem and an article) ( Thanksgiving Beauty Map )
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