Original author: Zhang Ruifang| Alxa League, Inner Mongolia
poetry
Reverie in the middle of the festival
The streets of the small town are high and red
The bunting flag flutters and boils
The smell of the year is stirred up by the sound of firecrackers
Wander your own world
Lazy, lonely, boring, nothing
On the left hand side is Ms. Yu Xiuhua's poetry collection
On the right hand side is the writings of Lady Beanie
On his desk lay his cherished books
Pacing back and forth alone in the house
Turn a few pages of poetry and read a few pages of fiction
The mind cannot be calm
From time to time, I was disturbed by noise outside the house
Just think
You can be lazy during the Spring Festival
Feel free to let yourself go
Read a few pages less
The work is written in few chapters
From the first to the fifteenth day of the first year
The standing gourd silk also seemed
Slept a big lazy sleep
It probably forgot about the passion of the music
The flavor of the year was filled with the Winter Olympics
And my loneliness
Yes, the cause
Time and time again to throw away reading time
The imprint of time
Actually in the Spring Festival
Drowned out the feeling of touching the paper
And I'm bored, I'm doing nothing
Lonely and helpless
Is this the life I want
Reflect over and over again
Wake up over and over again
When I was once again immersed in poetry and novels
Originally
Here you can enjoy a conversation with the world
Communicate with the masters
And I seem to have lost a Spring Festival
Travel through the paper
Meet the owner in the work
At the same time, he constantly explores reality and fantasy
Real and virtual
Social variety and ordinary life
Originally an ordinary person
What a pipe
Once upon a time
The days made time
Years have been achieved
Gentle walk through the past
Amazing time to give up
Back to back
The bottom of the eye is beautiful
The space is sunny
The corners of the mouth are smiling
Beside the ear is Fusheng fireworks
The heart is the end of the winter, and the galaxy is long
Outside the window, spring is in full swing
I was suddenly enlightened
Ordinary life, ordinary life
Fine footprints, calmly
Life is meant to be
Constantly in ordinary years
Repeat the path taken
Walk all the roads
Be kind to everything you encounter on the way
I was meant to
Keep growing on the road
Yesterday the galaxy was scalding hot
Future human fireworks
The mountains and rivers are far away, and the ideal of the world
All that should have come was on the way
Rush to a new beginning
The footsteps are full of determination
The phoenix is bathed in fire, and Nirvana is reborn
Glittering, surprise encounters
A new starting point
It's not a battlefield —
It is the warmth and hope of the glow!
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Zhang Ruifang, a native of Alxa, Inner Mongolia, has a bachelor's degree in education, a kindergarten teacher in Jilantai Kindergarten in Alxa Zuoqi, a member of the Hanhai Garden Reading Club and a member of the Reading Club. Literary works are scattered in newspapers, magazines and the Internet. Enjoys literature, writing, reading, and reading aloud. He has successively obtained the intermediate sandbox game qualification certificate, the kindergarten senior health care physician qualification certificate, and the second-level psychological counselor certificate.