The sky does not wait for those children who love her
Or see the hinterland after sunset
The desert converges on the edge
The stars are as deep as the eye
The other me in this world shines brightly
The sky never waits for the children who love her
A campfire fills the fields
The long tone of the horse's hooves lightly stepped on was as golden as warmth
Offend this inner wound and slight wave
Snow sketch
Running water can't go inside a snow.
The lights at dusk do this,
It's extra easy.
Running water and lamps have their own words where the snow falls.
They have so many reasons for the ant army,
I don't want to hide my shadow.
Snow is doing it for them.
The bells are on top
How do bells hover over a temple that hasn't been cooked for a long time?
How did the white clouds hover over the shadows of the old trees?
From this, it is inferred that
The stars will do it alone
Hovering over the milky way full of tears,
This is to dilute the abyssal peak hit by the fallen leaves.
Stop
This endless wave is like a field
The dark shadows are all psychedelic
Sometimes there is the restraint of water droplets
Even in autumn
The fields are packed with golden aromas
Nor can it ever occupy the peak of the waves
Just "shine a lifetime with His giving"
Forgotten answers on the beach
It is the obscure soul of the young years
Localized rain Shell soft
Algae sometimes flaunt and sometimes hide
At this moment, it mingles with the jagged shade
The taste is hidden in the core of offshore
The prodigal son in his twilight years is on his way home
Repeatedly delayed by the congested carriages again
Repeatedly rushed to run
This journey is like an endless wave
Cut the silent reef one by one
Hurricane-like scrambling and then decaying rapidly
Obscurantism
The rain is always there,
It has a lot of patience to wash the maiden that
Fruity face,
Swaying like a mist,
In the position of the window, the ear and the white artemisia are spawned.
The fusiform timeline is always warm.
The mountains and rivers shattered, and they were immediately pulled intact.
I walked out the door with the light rain—
It's like a night's dream isn't over yet.
I carried the dreamlike morning to noon and dusk.
The raindrops under the eaves are goodnight songs with musical notes;
A rain is wrapped in sweetness,
But he was afraid to go to the end.
Strings of action
Lights far away
It is the home of the stars in the distant mountains
They can't help but look down
Every beautiful flower room and in the dark of night
Every loose wave that falls alone
At night incense spreads the spring breeze
Immortal Forest belongs to the thorny asceticism
The prodigal son who looks back frequently
Repeatedly covered in flesh-and-blood strings returning to youth
And slow, do not have to be fine
The tail feathers of the bird and
A few more green hillsides
And the flow of desire that always passes away
How many sharp star tracks to pinch precisely
There are many strings that travel to the wide
Snorkeling
Again, we have to talk about this flowing echo
This solemn and gentle beauty
After going around
Or just stop on the shore so casually
The reward between us and the waters of the great river is—
The river forgives me for drinking goodness
I love to catch the floats in the river
Who ever gave the property of a small vortex to be burning?
Who wants to impose a rocky will on the undercurrent at the bottom of the river?
One pain overlaps with long crying
Pierce the bones of a fish with the spear of destiny
The floating and sinking lungs are obviously not enough
It often trembles uneasily during a person's childhood
But he resolutely accepted the meaning of snorkeling
After traversing the abyss of joy and sorrow
Li Tu Huang Liang Xi was able to be restored with dignity
crack
An attempt to try on a hand-drawn still life
Patching together frightening dreams,
Never be exhausted,
Also unpopular.
A place of escape in the bushes,
There are still moments of suspense,
It was finely worn by hard labor.
Poplar trees have golden bright deciduous leaves,
Continue to grow with what you think in your heart.
The wrath of the benevolent whale fairy line,
The seaside boardwalk watches over the fiery twisting and collapsing,
A narrow door that is constricted as a light of reconciliation.
An Haiyin, female, born in 1975. During his university years, he published literary works, including novels, essays, and poems, and included in annual anthologies. Vice Chairman of Harbin Writers Association. Associate Editor of Shilin.