Read poetry together with a blind man

Poetry · Wang Bo Recitation · Huang Zhujin painting · Goru

I used the horse's pole of poetry and tapped the dots

I put my heart to my throat

Stumbling, slipping and wrestling are also inevitable

Your large and boiling square

Spring or hunts are staged

Flowers fly and desires flutter

In your midst, I seem to be alone

Long and dark alleys

Find your own bench

I pushed open door after door

I couldn't find my shadow

My singing voice and my beloved people

I still had a hangover and waited with all my heart

My time and my plot

Like the lonely July, looking forward to the harvest

Countdown to the last second

My joy rang like a glass of wine

My lover is poppy-like and intoxicating

Only you hide everything I was looking forward to

So I still had patience, like wading through the river

I tapped the horse pole and waited for the moment of restoration

Past period review

Dragon Boat Festival, a poem written to Qu Yuan

Friday

About time

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