Indications
Against the cold, the body adapts
The mind is not restless
The light that descends to the freezing point
With value, this ONSE temperature
Enough to hatch a whole ton of calories
If you get a little closer, you'll see snow
There is a moonlight-like purity
Dry in the palm of your hand
Vastly covered with the roar of the wind
The tree prides itself on winter, and it is so incorruptible that only one remains
- Standing
Temporary shock, frozen
Keep the original fire fresh
Those stationed in the body
Sigh
Drying in the winter sun, hiding from melting
Sky
Midnight rain, melancholy in early autumn
Like a book of lamentations. Flip open and close, rapid rhythm
If you are in a hurry, push the mileage to the peak
A stone is conceived in a dream
Visit in the wind, the long road is wet in the night sky
Some transparent words blurt out of speech
It carries a wet sadness
Hoshiko squeezed out the clouds
A ray of moonlight jumped down
The shadow of the tree is still there, alone
The leaves are slimming, the contractions of this life
As hyped up, after the summer
Those original sins are hidden in the secret realm of time
Insomniacs, count the pains they have had
Tonight I also gave up my obsession
In the night rain
Act as a shady person
Waddled in the mud
Up and down the night sky
Autumn winds rise
Autumn winds rise
The wheat field is like the undulating golden trumpet
Blow before the mucuna flowers wither
Kidney beans turn red rapidly. The mountain wild twisted the copper glow
Everywhere ripe, the flames of autumn
- Burning on every fruit tree
Songliao Great Plain
The mighty wind blows time away
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It pushes the ripe wheels
Carrying the full weight of autumn
Put my eyes on me
- Bending
If the sun is the ear of the earth
The autumn wind is my wing
My flight
- Without a hint of distraction
auricle
Cocoon flowers ground by the wind on the inner walls
I don't know if it is a trauma or an internal injury
Running water has spread through both ears. Don't go away
The roots of the four seasons have an unpleasant atmosphere
To the memory of crazy growth
The mountains shrouded in twilight loomed
The keys are snowing. Black and white are separated
Flying out listens to life not to death
At night, the moon is like a running note
Flowing water is also like, in C major
The robin flew over, ear to ear
One more scar
Pleasant is sometimes out of tune. Love to listen
Not feathers, but the lightness of time
Not all the greetings are good news
I'm not worried about who tosses out the harsh sound
More detrimental to the line
There is no wind on all sides, and the sound of the eight directions is sounded
Dawn is gone
Serenity died with it
White haired posts
Seeing the white hair, I suddenly thought of frost falling
I thought of the autumn field, standing up with a light backbone
Bud rice rod, with a vicissitudes smile
Like my brothers of many years, holding a glass of wine
And the black hair seems to be running away in the body—
They are like poets wandering in the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty
They all came back and gathered together
The stove that guards the poem hugs for warmth
I sighed at the gray hair, like looking at it
The superfluous colors of life
White hair like old bud rice stalks,
With the most enthusiastic and strongest hardness
Scraped up the heavens and the earth
Wind in the same direction
In the past life, the white hair root was red and strong
Successors
Like an old elm tree in the sunset
Motionless
On the branches of the human world
"Everyone's tears are different
But I have the idea of crying."
I don't want to explain that I met you on the road
Trance like years. Maple and oak trees in front of you
Swaying the green yin of that year——
The flying dragon bird, singing strange songs on the branches
In fact, it is speaking for Daxinganling
The pine cones were trembling, and the tree raised its head every time
An acorn fell. On the branches of the human world
Shades of green and dusk are smeared in the old days
The wind blows away the dead skin on it day by day
It is like a small bridge step walking in the clouds
The figure was carried away by the running water
Those broken wheels are covered by a thriving secondary forest
Blocked on the hillside. In the middle of the taiga forest
Bumped into by a pretending red deer
The tree shook a little more than before
I closed my eyes and felt the fragrance of the plants
Come in along the gap in the window
An old me muffled voice
Struggling in vain indoors
evidence
Without any premeditation, put the cold during the winter
As overwhelming evidence
Flowers and leaves have long since passed away
A train is retrograde, and they don't look like they're fleeing
It's like going to trouble—
It sailed away from youth and docked in middle age
When we arrived at the new home of the elderly, the tree was vigorous
All the roads seem to have been renovated
It was predestined
All the laughter of valor, hung up the windmills
It turns in the depths of the soul
Weed-like confusion
The depth of the eyes that cannot be depicted
Just like we depict death
No matter whether it is large or small, square or round
It will come together one day
It's all evidence left here
Pigeon herd
At this time, they are sympathetic to the sky
It has been done with plenty of chest, even, every cloud
It all touched the tears of emotion
Even the shadow was brought
So much tenderness —
I praise it —
Complemented by peace and rain
That harmonious flight
Like a cloud revealing a fleeting wind
In the empty space, has a self been used
Put so much tenderness between the feathers
The figure is so serene, and it is like a frightening banishment
Intimate whispers, time glides silently
What a wonderful little beast, where so much tenderness comes from
In a blue, adapted to lyricism
Remember, love is not a gust of wind
Not a matter of character after the figure
Pigeons and feral cats, Ben is a pair of lovers
Where is so much tenderness under the heavens
You mischievous little beast
As the wind is blowing
Sermon's
It shouted, as if to everyone
Or anyone, in turn, they could be potential friends
Or the enemy. So, it put a day
Divided into day and night
When it rises, it roars darker at night
Asagiri enlarged its pupils
Reed shirt, like a bell-striking man
It used a special dialect to wake up the whole tribe
The crowd began to flow like camels and fish
As the lines fade away, the shadows grow longer and longer
Close to the factory, the field, and even to the point
Every corner of the horizon
When I look at them
It turned out that the fields were already so far away
The frequency law it summons exerts an influence
Correct the mentality of various images
Mark your thoughts in order for yourself to be ignored
Life chapter registration
- Inside all the cries I hear
Majesty and wind currents, hidden so deeply
We didn't even notice that we were infected, even
In it a loud and low call
All the time
- Revealing the joy of possession
travail
The frostbite healed and a tree grew from the wound
The heart is attached. But a strange shadow enveloped me
What can be put down is heavy
Freedom is far away. Nearby
Not yet --
Place the body for a spring
The lips were covered with applause
Billy Axe is a man who knows this better
Long sighs in place
Pale, witty, will be history
A man who will love
Stubborn and silent
The pains of the world are unexpected
And compassion
A camp that guards the earth
That's what we place thankfully
Fantastic location
near
The wind is old again
Also old, but the roots of the tree
Wrinkles born in time
Like some kind of summons, bring butterflies
Fall on the back of life
Wheels that suddenly reverse
Turn night into day. Mulberry trees become silk
Your sign language, like a crappy conductor
Let the dust in the sun
- There are songs and dances
Goshawk, the beginning of the era of love
The wings of its body, like a sneaky neighbor
Fill your own time and space with loneliness
It praises its enemies
Give love back to the earth
Bring the twilight of spring
A piece of wheat winter grass was sent
Asagiri
The wind followed the light, like a sound
Flowing water, flowing along the river
It's like you're attending a luxurious coming-of-age ceremony in winter
The last splendid, driven by whom
- Crawl up
I love its undisguised exuberance
No need for reason, this attribution shines
It is the consciousness of performing duties, and it is like a targeted illumination
It replaces bells and birdsong with light
It's the price of loyalty
On the way to work, a sense of movement
Immerse me in the skew of its colors
At this time, the swaddling of the clouds
Wrapped in the old twilight out of the moonlight
I love this scene
Some people have a temperature everywhere they go
Some people walk here to have a temperature
Zhang Yongbo is a member of the China Writers Association, the China Petroleum Writers Association, the Heilongjiang Writers Association, and the vice chairman of the Daqing Writers Association. Since 1984, he has published nearly 1,000 poems, novels, essays and other literary works in 200 kinds of newspapers and magazines, including Poetry Journal, People's Daily, Xingxing Poetry Journal, Caotang, Poetry Tide, Shilin, Poetry Monthly, Yangtze River Poetry Journal, Green Wind Poetry Journal, Chinese Poets, Chinese Poetry, Selected Poems, Shanghai Poets, Beijing Literature, Tianjin Literature, Shandong Literature, Northern Literature, Anhui Literature, Yanhe, Dianchi, Grassland, Shuofang, and Prose Hundred Houses. Some works are included in the "2003 Annual Chinese Poetry Selection", "Selected Poetry in the New Century 5 years", and "2011 Chinese Excellent Poetry Selection". Published poetry collections such as "Light of Oil", "Bass Zone", "Fragrance of Earth Fire", "Ear Across the Mountain" and so on. He has won many provincial and ministerial literary special competition awards.