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Accidental Literature | choose poems for you
World Book Day
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Author/North Island
Taste the extra tears of your stars
A pair of hands that shine with a charming day is born
The most lyrical part is a changer's word
Look for its roots in the dance
Look at the moon of the tea drinker in the summer of Wenmu
It was the crow disciples on the ruins
Golden Time all the meaning of kneeling
Damaged all the growing smoke from the nails
Join the promise of the people to taste the excess sea
Salt of betrayal
color
Author/Smell a lot
Life is a worthless piece of paper,
Ever since green gave me development,
Red gave me enthusiasm,
Huang taught me to be faithful,
Blue taught me to be high,
Pink gives me hope,
Gray gave me sorrow;
And then complete this color picture,
Black is going to add me to death.
From now on
I doted on my life,
Because I love his colors.
Dedication of poetry
Author/Haizi
Discard unused horizons
For me to rise in the prairie and snow-capped mountains
The dust beneath his feet was dark and warm
The earth will also bring me the thunder and lightning of heaven
The roof of my hometown is full of wedding banquets
All that accompanies me is sea water and dust, all the villagers
Today, the bride of the sun is you
The only man in the Pacific Ocean, far away
We write
Author/Gu Cheng
Like a bug, finding your way in the pine cone
One by one, the chess pieces are transported
Sometimes it's empty concentrating on biting a word
Bad
There are moldy hyphae inside
Bite another one
Can't get the car on time
Go inside the pine trees
The seeds fall to the ground
Pine cones everywhere
Dedication of poetry
- Mr. Lee Hunt
Author/Keats
Magnificence and femininity have passed and dissipated;
For when we roam, facing the morning sun,
We don't see the incense wafting in the air—
Fly to the east to greet the smiling daytime:
I can't see the happy girls in groups,
Singing gracefully, with a basket of grain spikes,
Caryophyllus flowers, roses, violets, to be embellished
The sacred altar of thousands of flowers ushering in early spring and May.
But there is still such a pleasure as poetry,
I will feel blessed in this way:
At one time, I was shaded by the trees,
Although I can't find the shepherd, it can be pleasantly lush
But I felt that in this way, I could ask you
Na Na this insignificant gift.
Books to read
Author/Liu Zili
Books, can you read books? Is it herself, or someone else
Spread out the scrolling text, or erect a large roof of Chinese characters
Fangzheng is nostalgic, and the touch is loud
Books, you can't read books. Unlike my own dreams, dreams and awakenings never separate families
That night, I, trembling, walked up to the book
I'm going to open the book and let the picture of history spin up in the air
Horses, chariots, queens, emperors, all with me
The chapter of paper is like a bell ringing under the sound of words
I could shout —Napoleon
You coin...
However, the book, there was no response. He lay quietly, asleep
Along with the emerging and the old texts, along with the poetry and through
The dance notations of the dress, the notes, and those portraits
Simulating Borges, I gathered the Saints of Ten Thousand Books and held one
A small torch, burning, will turn thousands of books into a lonely family
Lao Bo said, "All books are one book", and he is very cunning
From a book to a page and a chapter of a book, I couldn't open a word or a line
From the deep thinking of the night to the praise of the day, I, powerless to touch
Every book, whether she was writing about war or graveyards
I, like in Mozart's hometown, walked through a cemetery, a light skyline, with hundreds of words fluttering in the air
I was sad to see this
Because at this moment, an old hardcover book is telling me —
"Open yourself, this is the power of our mutual help."
Exercise
Author/Blue
As soon as certain words are spoken
It becomes a lie.
I was overwhelmed, like being under a spell
fixed. And expression...
I don't choose the word grave.
And the obscuration, the darkness...
And due to ignorance
And the loss of trust in things
The best yardstick still comes from listening
Noise at dawn, barking dogs
The tick of snow melting in the eaves...
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