"Poetry is not something higher than everyday life. Everyone is creating, and we all use language to achieve a perfect world. In one poem I wrote: "He who invents words invents the future."
Some people say that poetry is too far away from us, but in fact, poetry has always been all around us. Everyone may be a poet, and everyone's life is also writing and completing their own life poems in their own words or actions, just like the light that shines in each of us.
▍To——
I sat alone in the corner, but there was also light here.
It was the majestic atmosphere of noon that illuminated me, ten thousand kinds of discomfort
Racing inside me, I should stand up and be more dignified.
I can even touch his conscience, when he praises me,
There was a slight shiver there, and he was marveling, strangling his wrists. precisely
Me, my beauty is not morbid, "except destruction."
No other wish". He is magnanimous, he is the river,
He was the standard of good, a desire not to admit.
I used to think everything wasn't worth it, but he was
The idol of the god at noon, with his palm open, took in the mournful life.
By: Horse goose
▍ Blackbird
Watch you land, like a piece
Dark clouds that come late. Surrounded by low-hanging grass
Surrounded by the same low-hanging me
On your wings, excessive rain is ticking
Passers-by walked behind him, still holding on
I won't put away the umbrella, when you glance at me—
Instead, he stared blankly at the sky
The discomfort in the world has never been so intense
by: Lu Min
▍ The last frog song
I haven't heard frogs chirping in a long time, a surprise in the water
The birds in the pine stood on the tip of the needle, and the branches trembled slightly
On the road, the wheels of large trucks crushed the stones
Crushing the wind all the way, who hit the flashlight
Let this night seem like another bright road
Years ago, we lay on the roof to cool off
Unable to see each other's faces, the street lamps arranged in the distance were ancestors
Torches in your hands, matches polished in another world
That's the end, how small the world is
See it all at a glance
We never worry about the future
By: Li Mengfan
▍ Rain and snow
In this life, in addition to love and prayer
I have nothing else to offer
Heaven and earth can be destroyed
Only fingers that have not met cannot be discarded
Dust does not need to be wiped clean
Life can enjoy rain and snow together
by: Luda
▍ Crows
- It keeps flying.
In a direction that we do not know.
When it comes, rush over from out of sight.
And leave the fear to us.
We realize the so-called truth
Always with a black attribute.
Now, it stopped on a tall branch.
Like the last fallen leaf, looking at us.
In response to some sort of response, the human world is creeping low.
And constantly spit out the sunset for it, the lonely grave, as well
Our sinful bodies.
By: Nanyin
▍ Lugu Lake
Lugu Lake, blue, like a distant relative of the sea.
I came from afar
And did not bring, new news.
There is no need for this. Everything outside the mountains
It's all fast-moving.
Only here, the solidified cooking smoke, the eternal blue.
by: Zou Liming
▍ Night
Close your eyes. The darkness was filled with the afterglow of a campfire
In fact, it can't be said to be a campfire, it's just a pile of dry grass thundering and quarreling
We blushed and watched, and we watched for some reason.
By: Lee Dong-leung
▍ People in words
This is the last sip of wine of the old year.
The past is confusing, and the flying arrow drinks the flowers bitterly.
This is also the first flame that burns on the tip of the tongue
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Accelerate on the shore of a snowless lake,
Like a classical fish that slips through the net from reading,
I'm updating my pronunciation in the belly of the fish,
Like a gust of wind peeling away its scales,
Peel off the plate in the sun.
Memories sink deeper into the kiss of the lake.
I was at a loss,
Like a slanted willow on the shore, like a willow branch
Violently whipp a person trapped in words.
by: Liang Xuebo
▍ If you are trying to fall in love with someone
If you're trying to fall in love with someone
You have to learn to make yourself a gift
Humbly surrender
And you have to stand where you are
You have to learn to blow and water
Let you hand over the part
Sprouts, rising through her mysterious body
And grow tender green leaves from the eyes
Most of the time you won't be so lucky
Reality is far more pathetic than the movie
Please be ready
Fell into that one-minute pitch-black pause
Don't ask why, don't try to understand
Otherwise, you will suffer
Peel the onion like a process
There is always something that stimulates your eyes
Moreover, you will find that she has many layers
By: Li Yuansheng
▍Daddy
What the child says,
By chance, there is a kind of fate.
Countless words, limited mouth shapes,
She picked this syllable,
She said, "Daddy. ”
unstable pronunciation,
Like an exclamation,
Invalid sounds, hence the meaning
She laughed and cried again,
She wouldn't call someone that anymore.
I'm no longer someone else.
I said yes, almost with gratitude,
I finally gained fatherhood in her calling.
By: Talk about Xiao
▍ Clean woman
She has one leg,
A person.
Sing the praises of the park
Knit sweaters under the lamp
This is true when the leaves are green
This is still the case when the leaves fall
She was tired
Just slept on the couch
There was another window into time
Inside there is a mahogany chair
Moonlight flowed
A clean woman
Sit on it, the child in your arms
Clear eyes
Men like Metasequoias stood quietly behind them.
By: That spoonful
▍ Hymns
After the chicken crowed three times, a light spread across the heavens and the earth
Gradually, they are coming
The corn is neat and green
The stone is serene
White cooking smoke slowly rises from the roof
Someone carried a hoe, waded across the river, into the ancient land
At this moment, how important it is for you to show up in front of the door with your child in your arms
How important it is for you to wash the rice crystal clear with the water of the ancient well
You bend, you kneel, you are religious... oh
How important
Because of you
My seeds are lower than the dirt
The fruit is higher than the eyes
By: Liang Shuzheng
▍ Cliffs
What the valley was expecting
What the waves are dreaming about
You sit on the edge of a cliff
Please tell me
Don't describe the scenery for me
Don't record every moment
Don't say your despair
Don't say you saw her crying
I just want you to tell me
When she fell off a cliff
Is her heart dead
Give me her dead heart
By: Weekly degree
▍ Poetry and me
Coming towards me from the steep slope
You and I met in an awkward time
We are rigid and desolate
Like the autumn wind and fallen leaves embracing together.
Don't put a laurel on me, there are only thorns
Only worthy of my singing voice.
I am full of shadow respect for you and for the light
It's like the craftsman's cherishing of craftsmanship...
I tried to say more: the beauty of mountains and rivers, the goodness of religion
How the distance and sorrow of the human heart breed in the body.
You sow — and I grow rice and weeds
We don't wear a shirt, but we hit connected.
By: Li Nan
▍ Sad words
Anxiety and depression are increasing, and real sadness is less and less
At the funeral, it is difficult to see
Just as there is absurdity everywhere, but there is no surprise
There are parties everywhere, but there are no surprises
Just as I have so many affectionate words, but I have nothing to say
There is such a good motorcycle and such a pure time, but there is nowhere to go
Turning around, he came across the funeral and slowly followed the long line
I became the saddest person
By: Liu Nian
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