Hubei Suizhou Su Ziyi seven selections

About the Author

Su Ziyi, after the 70s, a well woman in Suizhou, Hubei Province, has been in the network poetry circle for more than ten years, and loves Xiao Jie and Xiao Ling, occasionally.

A selection of poems

Easter

I know that April's wishes are more than wrong, and I look down on the spring smoke.

At the time of the passing, the Son of Man died, and the candles of the multitude stood up.

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Accustomed to night for a long time, every time with the spring a round.

I buried myself deep in my heart and let it glow and shadow.

There is nothing more loveless than listening to music quietly alone

Tired leaning on the square bed tired leaning on the black, a curtain to eliminate the color of the world.

At this time, only the clear tone is not negative, and the loop back to silence is repeated.

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One

Light ring on both knees pitiful, midnight sleepwalk back to a round.

The dark walls cleared their eyes as if they were looking at me, and I fell into the dust with the situation.

Two

At night, nothing else is crazy, and he tosses and turns to deceive the old wooden bed.

Forty years ago, I dreamed of a red silk dress with lilacs.

Three

What is the spring tide of the Spring River, who drives the lan boat across the small bridge.

The first life should see you for the first time, and the third life rain green plantain.

Four

The extremely heavenly color flattened the lake, and Jun blew the flute to nothing.

Er, wearing a green shirt and purple, is also a slave of the poetry house.

Five

A light car rides on the sunset, and the fangjiao turnip grass steps on the linggen.

Liu Li is like blood, but the owner is blessed with wine.

Six

Lest Mo duo die easily, soft and turned into purple.

The peach blossom paper is already imprisoned, and the bottom matter abuses people know whether it is or not.

Seven

Red and green ponds, Qingqing and my umbrella.

I hold a sword first, who can I hold the yin?

Eight

The heat is only self-expansive, and the air conditioner is cold underneath.

Qing Lantern pitied the wall and pitied me, and I looked closely with Qingqing.

Nine

The night was gentle and unwilling to fall, and the dawn was rogue on the book window.

This life has been accustomed to sinking for a long time, and the eyes are he kanqing.

Ten

Qingjing He can recognize the loneliness, nothing more than tossing and turning late at night.

Knowing that poetry is suffering from each other, can you subtract one from it?

Eleven

The white walls and the night swirled for a long time, and the silence was unbearable.

Pity me shimmering against the window, the shimmer decaying with me.

twelve

The night is like Xu Bai, who is a lone guest in the floating world.

Poor rain comes late, or a common nostalgia for life.

A thousand poems

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