Original author: Shen Weidao| Minqin County, Gansu Province
poetry
Shu Tong "Lying Flat Time" followed
At that time
Or a joint effort network
One of your "People's Diligence Endowments"
I'm angry
Eight critical comments are listed
I do not know
Which side are you a god
Dare to be right
My people are critical
Maybe
I want to show myself
Just remember
One night
You arrogantly dry day of drinking
Quite a bit
Manly madness
Bring wine
Late at night
Walk in the cold wind
This is me
Network awareness of the sparse tree
That time went to The Flat Well
You went too
Gobi's cat oil
Blossoming
A purple carpet
You're surprised
Such a delicate little grass
Also opened
Such a brilliant flower
Nature is the best classroom
I went around crazy
I want to use the palm of my hand
Gently stroke
My people's landscapes and rivers
You said
Travel later to call you up
You are
An intellectual teacher
Your diary
Write down Minqin No. 1 Middle School
Autumn flowers and spring moons throughout the year
Your little mood
In the song words
Gentle gentle waves flow between them
In a colleague's
Slipped through the banter
Your good mother-in-law
In the words you praise
Warm as jade
I've done it a few times
Telephone walking in the wilderness
In yours
Read the papers again and again
over and over
Weekend make-up classes are scattered
Your lying flat
I expected it
Who knows
It will come so fast
Let you
Lying flat on a lot of thoughts
I used to
Chew on your nickname
Tall willow weeping shade hanging sparse trees
Drink dew
Flow out of the tree
A faint moonlight
Fall in
Mr. Dongpo's ghostly dreams
Don't think about it
Time will melt everything away
I've already said that
night
You are lying flat on a bend of the moon
daytime
You are standing up a round of the sun
Doctor's words
Don't be full of faith
Words online
It's just an advertisement
Do the Lord's business
All by Dongjun It's all up to Dongjun
Walk with your friends
A soaring eagle
It is a white white cloud
Floating in the blue sky
Badain Jaran a clear spring
A small grass in Tengri
Let it go... Flying
Your wings have long been in the cage
Snowflakes are messengers of primrose
A heavy snow
Squeak
Close the doors of winter
Delicate warblers chirping birds
Through
Willow of Nana
Hold
My eyes glazed over
Step by step into the depths of spring
Snowflakes are blowing
One by one, they hung in the treetops
Flying snowflakes
Kissed the amorous earth and kissed it
Aqueous water droplets
Hold the roots of the grass tightly
snowflakes
Something was said to the swallow
The river was rushing and flowing
Excited village
Like a shy country girl
Flowers and branches are coming to us
Yuanna's cooking tobacco grass long warbler flying
Whose kite is that?
Floating up to the blue blue sky
spring
Oh my youthful spring
Walk day and night in the spring light
make
he who
simple
seashell
Shen Weidao, male, born in 1965, a native of Harvest Town, Minqin County, Gansu Province, is now working in the Discipline Inspection Commission of Minqin County, and a member of the Gansu Writers Association.