A tired life requires gentle dreams, such as meeting a pink iris in late spring in April.
Her sweet girlish powder led me in a running and flying posture. In the time when you are no longer young, chasing dreams, chasing the light, chasing the flowing water and the wind, and the ticking of the second hand.
The new dark powder in the wardrobe jumps in the dark rice and dark blue.
It was the mistake of the first forty years, the blue of the thousands of purples and thousands of reds, filling the whole youth,
All colors are eclipsed.
Who has not been a flower, has its own fickle anthocyanins.
Cold also changes, warmth also changes, the morning also changes, twilight also changes, acid also changes, alkali also changes, open also changes, falling also changes.
Until the years are dusk, all the colors have become old films and old movies.
Some old times, start playing back automatically.
The hillside full of pink iris blossoms, swirling into a morning glow and smoke clouds. Want to fly the footsteps, fly but not fly, spring color several heavy.
How many colors, come by.
Years and years, twilight dynasty.
Like a singing iris flower.
Self-aware clumsy words, not worthy of such a beautiful iris flower.
Fortunately, Shu Ting's poetry can be beautifully transformed into the greenery between the flowers, replacing me and saying those unspeakable words.
My sorrow is because of your illumination
Raise a faint circle of light wheels.
Iris - inscription
On your chest
I have become a singing iris
The breeze of your breath blows me
In the moonlight
Use your wide palms
temporarily
Cover me
Can I dream now?
snowfield. Large forest
Old wind chimes and leaning towers
Can I ask for a real Christmas tree?
It's full
Skates, flutes and fairy tales
Fireworks, fountains like a show off the joy
Can I laugh and run down the street
What about my little basket
What an autumn harvest of grass in my fertile fields
What about my old kettle
I had a thirsty lunch break under the scaffolding
My bow that I've never worn before
My English practice: I love you, love you
My folded and elongated figure under the street lamp
I've had that countless times
Tears flowed out and swallowed
And also
And also
Don't ask me
Why turn slightly sideways in a dream
The past is like a cockroach hiding in a corner
Whimpered quietly and stubbornly
Let me have a quiet dream
Don't leave me
That's a short, short street
We've come a long, long way
Let me dream of peace
Don't alarm me
Ignore the swirling flock of crows
As long as there is not a cloud in your eyes
Let me have a ridiculous dream
Don't laugh at me
I want greenery to walk into your lines of poetry every day
Crimson back to you every night
Let me have a wild dream
Forgive and tolerate my tyranny
When I say: You are mine! You are mine
Honey, don't blame me...
I even crave
Tens of millions of waves of enthusiasm
Drown you a million times
When we head to head
It's like a high-speed train going to the moon
The world let out a sharp whistle and fell backwards
Time spins wildly
Avalanches fell one after another
When we quietly look at each other
The soul is like a field in an exhibition
A vortex of sunshine
Attract us to go deeper
Silence, fulfillment, harmony
That's it
Sit in the dark with your hands in hand
Listen to the old and young voice
Wear and turn in our hearts
Even if an emperor came knocking on the door
You don't have to deal with it
But......
Wait a minute? What is that? What a sound
Awaken the scarlet beat in my veins
When I was dizzy
The sea that is always awake
What is that? Whose will
Let the eyes of my flesh and soul open together
You will take up the cross every day
Follow me
Umbrella-shaped dreams
Dandelions generally flew by
Surrounded by a craters
My emotional bougainvillea
You'd rather live and die
Get back to your windy hillside
Do not sway on the vase
O wild swan in my nature
You even have a gunshot wound
Also cross the unobstructed winter
Don't linger on the spring colors with railings
However, my name and my belief
Entered the runway at the same time
A single record representing an ethnic group
I have no right to rest
The sprint of life
There is no end, only speed
toward
The sky where the supreme verdict will be made
I raised my face
Wind, you can take me there
But I still have my heart for myself
Recognize the rights of the undesirable
Honey, hold up your lamp
Follow me on the road
Let me spread it with my lines of poetry
The bell of ideals rings behind the moor, and the night is so soft
Lights and cities were clustered in the crook of my arm, and the lights arched
Let my lines of poetry continue with me
Avenue writhing tentacles shouted loudly: Can't pass
The land where the springs ran rampant handed over the signs to the flowers
I walked through the steel-toothed city streets and walked toward the square
I walked into the pumpkin shed, out of the barley field, deep into the wilderness
Life keeps casting me
On one side are heavy yokes and on the other side are corolla
But no one knows
I'm still your stupid girl who can't do arithmetic
No matter how the symphony of the times immediately rolled away my echo
You can still recognize my unique voice
I stood up straight
Fearless, proud, exceptionally young
A storm of pain is in the depths of the heart
The sun is in front of the forehead
My yellow skin is shiny and transparent
My black hair is plump and lush
O Chinese mother
To your children who have come to answer
rechristen
Call me your birch sapling
Your little blue star, Mom
If the bullets come
Just hit me first
I smiled, my eyes exceptionally clear
Slide slowly down from your mother's shoulder
Don't cry, safflower
Blood, burning on the tip of your wave
……
By then, beloved
You don't want to grieve
Although there is no one again
Lift up the light-colored dress
Walk through the rain-drenched alleys of cicadas
Come knock on your stained glass windows
Although there are no more naughty hands
Ring the alarm
Annoyedly, he said: Now take your place
Go, back on your route
You don't want to be on the base of the jade
Shape my plain image
And don't accompany the lonely guitar
Turn the calendar back page by page
Your location
Under that banner
Ideals make suffering glorious
This is my advice to the olive tree
Left to you
Last word
Come and find me with the pigeons
Come to me in the morning
You will come out of people's love
Find me
Find yours
Iris that can sing
Flower
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