Original author: Jiang Xia| Alxa League, Inner Mongolia
poetry
There are traces of time
1
day
Listed in clusters
Similar fallen leaves
The law of the same
Secretly changing the four seasons
Robbers have time in our hands
Flowers that drift away in time
2
People are tired
Nothing more than tiredness
Sweat of the heart
Nurture the fruits of happiness
Heartbreak collides
There is no way to compensate for the bruises of the sun and the moon
Tired is not tired
The heart is tired and the person is tired
Weak soft repair edges and corners
The round brilliance wins comfort
Revisit the world's coins
Regretful hands always touch the back
3
No better than the moon in the sky
I have the constellation Leo
As well as the warmth, delicacy and brilliance of jade
Find your place
Firmly believe in the curriculum vitae of birth and name
Write a bland life
Write another poetic sweet and sour, heart-to-heart thoughts
4
Too much heartache
For those of you who have never met before
Touching the world
Live without a mouthful of floral fragrance
The great four seasons of begonias written in herringbone
The news of the tremor shaking and shaking is by no means agreeing
In recent years, Guan La eight
How much help there is in the porridge, how many cherished allusions
Trivial nagging strings of the light of the Buddha's beads
5
Through a lifetime of ups and downs
Start looking for your lost self
O your lover
Steal your heart
Hollow out your spiritual flesh
You are a ghost white light
There is your monument to immortality
A perfect portrait of Heaven
Heroes, knights, princes, and poets line up
Thousands of years back and forth in the hands of lovers
Dreaming and dreaming of finding yourself
Your shadow falls shoulder to shoulder with the slanting sun
6
Time changes are always fast
The change in spleen is so slow
After decades of wind and rain
Still spinning in place
You are a beautiful angel
One step at a time, it was the incarnation of the devil
I had to stick to my toes
Try to spread the wings of the angels
A sword that hides its edge
Who said there was no suspicion of concealment
7
The starting point of the scale zero under the foot
A steady press floats
Who cares
Creeping low
Overhead the sight of the distance
The peaks rise and fall
Who can tell
Abrupt length
Others may be black and white
Maybe confused
Maybe negligible
Therefore, the scenery under the eyes is beautiful
8
Early risers
Start with breakfast
Then write a piece of text
Wait for the sun to depart
Get used to walking into morning exercise
Is the best ending
Oncoming or in the same direction
See the days say goodbye to the young and old driving
How the celebration of the year can not save life and death
And backlit lenses
Will freeze the hazy lover
When returning to self
The brilliance of morning exercise envelops the mountain
The setting sun also gradually lengthens the sky
9
The circle she painted was the moon, the stars
It is the felt bag of the end of the world, grass dew
It was the eyes of the purple horse, sweat and blood
It was the light dust that shook off at home, the round table
The consummation of returning home revolves around the stars
The stars are embedded in her drawings
The footprints under the feet are depicted in situ
Endless perfection of self-burning brilliance
The stars can't walk out of their own circles
Can't touch the heartbeat of the earth
Win the dawn sun with the darkness of the night
10
Lots of time
Piled into sand
Flying streams of footsteps
Wear and tear
Limited time
Fill in the schedule, schedule
A grain of sand can transform into a fruit
Sand and fruit were originally a vine
Not in the form of forward constraints
It's about going down all the time
Time is not taken to consumption
Time is accumulated by oneself
make
he who
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Jiang Xia, real name Jiang Yuxia. Retired civil servant, loves poetry and music, loves song and dance music, loves the beauty of nature, and is a solitary and sunny bard. He is a member of the Ejin Naqi Writers Association, a member of the Alxa League Poetry Society, a contracted writer of Chinese Writers Online, and a member of the Inner Mongolia Poetry Society.