Every day's original poems and dreams, don't rub shoulders with me anymore
The water mirror has no wind and wrinkles, on this planet, the rose only opens in your hand, I claim to be unique, this thousand universe, has also been domesticated by you and everything is not out of your right. If you want to go away, I don't want to stay, I have screens and spikes, butterflies with broken cocoons, and forty-four sunsets to keep each other, but I won't bow my head if you don't open your mouth, but I am so proud, but I can't hold your hand, and there are many words that are difficult to say and are getting emaciated.
If five thousand roses betray you, don't be afraid, my little prince, please turn back.
——[Write "The Little Prince", from the perspective of a rose] Snow nothing
"To Spring"
Text/Su Pingying (Guangxi)
Spring, it's not just me
A bouquet of flowers or a rain
There are also days when it turns blue and warms up
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Through the window sills, collect scattered birdsong
Fold the rays of the sun and hide them in books
The title page
Cherry blossoms quietly send a sweet fragrance
Speaking in many dialects that I don't understand
In the camera, I took pictures of them one by one
The wind blew slightly, and the drizzle was misty
Open the dusty bookmark and the sun is still shining
splendid
Let my placket no longer be afraid of pain
The hour hand sews the gap of the years tighter and tighter
My hopes began to sprout, jointing
Gradually return to greening
Some people only dare to spy in secret, only dare to sleep in dreams. The connection was cautious, for fear of scaring away the light on her shoulder, how cowardly, so I loved to be brazen and brazen.
I wrote more than eight thousand lines of poetry for her. - Yun Xi
Old Watches
Text/Hlove Wang Yahui
Time was pressed the pause button
The sun hadn't gone away for a long time
We leaned together
The hour hand finally caught up with the minute hand
In order to love you, I learned to be gentle and slowly boiled some love words, although I still wanted to hold you, or jump up and kiss you.
——Yu Xiuhua
Silk bundle salary, three stars in the sky. What's the night? See this good man.
"Love"
Text/Yizhi
I love you like the wind of the Northland
Embracing the loneliness of an entire autumn
It is the existence of the intersection of cold and warmth on the Qinling Mountains
I know it, but I am full of expectations
I love you like the skeleton of a remnant star
Wandering through everywhere is not your sky
Or someone looks up at the stars on the edge of the moon
Dissipated, the haze of the whole winter
I love you like I was planted in dust
Buried deep in the uninhabited Que Mo
When one day you walked over my windowsill
A sea of flowers, full of your arrival
I love you like spring to a few cuts
How many times have I written about lovesickness without changing
With you a thousand kinds of tacit trust
A lonely courage, to exchange for burning love
My life is nothing but gentle madness, and I refuse to be blue when there is a sea in my eyes.
[Three lines of poetry] two
Text/Sea area of one side
First, spring thunder
A spring thunder
Knocked out a pot of winter nectar
Kaoru stains your eyes with a puddle of water in the spring
Beautiful things exist in the world, which in itself is something to be thankful for.
——Ink Incense Copper Smell "Blessing of Heavenly Officials"
Second, spring light
In March, the flowers bloom at the right time
You take the bright spring light into your arms
Kiss a peach blossom lightly, the joy of blooming
2022/03/21
Love never knows its depth until the moment of separation.
—Cary Gibran
【Group poems】Text/People-oriented
Peach Blossom in the Void
It's like the confusion of the past
The smog is just beginning to rise
A peach blossom ignites
A fire in the depths of your heart
And a lifetime of silence
Blurred by finely broken droplets
As you can see at a glance
There was a little bit of wildness spreading
A tree of faint peach blossoms
Holding up the cry of the blossoming wild
In the vast void
Draw a river
It was a tear when it came
When I went it was ten miles of peach blossoms
Coming and going
It's all poetic singing
From the Book of Poetry to the Song Dynasty
More than 5,000 years
It's still flowing endlessly
In the young gallop, you are the oncoming wind.
- "The Star is the Only Guide"
"Swaying Peach Blossoms"
Spring equinox season
Day and night are divided equally
Tile in life
Peach blossoms in the wind
More like a suspense
Swaying beautiful
I don't know if I can arrive in time
The original Peach Blossom Garden
The wind and dust of this road
In addition to the sound of the wind and the fragrance of flowers
It is also embellished with seductive bright colors
A cold wave that blows off the petals
Exhausted
It will finally be in the final whimper
Hidden in the constant warmth
There are no prophecies in spring
The cycle of the seasons
Always buckle one ring at a time
Roll forward
Moon drama is really enough,
You're a guy when you're there.
When you're not there, it's a different story. - Seventy-two Lanes
The glass of wine is full day by day, and the flowers bloom towards the small garden. Sing and dance to yourself. And joy is not hindered.
- Zhu Dunru
"Linjiang Immortals, Falling Spring Cold" text/ Fan Pen
The grass seems to be rainy and snowy like smoke
Pear blossom turui contentious and delicate Long wind play shore willow New swallow suddenly frightened
The moon and the half of the wind and rain are cloudy and the moon reflects the river
Everyone knows that yesterday was warm, who expected the spring to be cold and like a waxing moon
Fengjun crossed the moon bridge, full of red maples. The dream of the piano is broken, decadent and enchanting. The scarlet lips scrambled, and the poor blood fled with the water. Halfway up the mountainside, dusk, a letter, suffering. The wind swallowed the intestinal grass and pulled the strings to ask for medicine. Draw your sword and cut off your robe, leaving Feng in the air to laugh. - Seventy-two Lanes
The word "in" is really great, I'm in, I've always been there, I've always been there, everywhere.
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Text/Distant Moon White
Who wants to live in The Heavenly Que?
Empty mountain late return.
Don't laugh at the drunkenness of the world,
Dare to dance with the wind.
Even if I make up words and sentences, I can't write about the billions of stars flowing in your eyes, the wisps of spring breeze passing between your lips, and the sparkle that shines between your bright eyes and teeth.
Old Rain. Rebirth》
Text/Mu Chenxi
Rain outside the window
It was my lifelong lover
Give it all
Write a lifetime of loyalty
It's in the midst of a single-handed pursuit
Extinguished in the name of love
The Fire of Destruction
Let me be proud to be born again
Let me do anything
2021.10.20 nights
Write poems for you,
I don't even want punctuation. - Seventy-two Lanes
Stars sink to the bottom of the sea, melting underground glaciers. If there really is a paradise in the world, I think there must be a sea there, the sea breeze flapping its wings, the breeze hitting the waves, and the warmth of the sunrise just right. You sit there quietly and give the world a gentle slap.
"Winding Moon"
Sunset was drunk and didn't wait for me
So he drove the yellow crane to the west alone
At night is the sea of the Tang and Song dynasties
The stars cleaned the sky early
Make time and wait for the evening wind to paddle the moon's oars
You light a fishing fire in the cabin
Say yes to the sea rising bright moon
Your distant eyes all fell on the West Mountain
Passing by, Sunset was a little shy, handing over crimson
The temperature was just right
A rose on the windowsill, and a glass of red wine whispered
The oncoming spring breeze
Forgot to bring a pair of wings
I can't fly your sea
Miss a moment
The sound of the wind trembled and kept tugging at the heartstrings of my fishing
2022/03/12
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Author | Original Poetry | Su Pingying (Guangxi)/Hlove Wang Yahui/Yizhi/One Side Of the Sea/People-Oriented/Fan Pen/Distant Moon White/Mu Chenxi Original Sentence | Xuewu/Yunxi/Seventy-Two Lanes
About the author: Su Pingying, pen name Qingfeng Pingfu, a native of Guangxi, lives in Chengdu. He is a member of the Sichuan Prose and Poetry World and has published poetry in newspapers and periodicals. Poetic view: add some poetry to the simple life (in addition to poetry in the text◎ some sentences quoted sentences are derived from the signature and unnamed provenance of the invasion and deletion, thanks to the American masterpiece)
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