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.
When you regard poetry and reading as an indispensable part of life, poetry will not be written by you racking your brains, but will naturally flow out in life.
▍ I have a quiet place
I envy myself
There is a room that does not leak rain
You can also run for life
It can also be warm and bright
The Wind of July is coming
Where did June go
The calamus is still there, and the shade is shady
I can be a wall
It can block all flooding
Just my kids
There is a quiet place
By: Yan Seven
▍ Peppercorn tree
Fourteen years old, menarche one day
I passed under the tree with a shy heart
It blooms with white flowers.
Twenty-three years old, when in love
The fruit of the tree emits a strange fragrance.
Dozens of springs, from the same melting river
Toss and turn.
I was between two narrow leaves
Found lightning, a word that suddenly disappeared.
The wind shook its arm, and the raindrops arrived before the tears
My empty womb
By: Konishi
▍ Looking north
Why did I think of you at the beach?
Unfortunate and beautiful people of My Destiny
Thinking of you, I chiseled a window out of the rock
Look out at the seven stars of the light
Look out over the seven daughters of the North and the North
Flashing fires on the sea in July
Why do I drink water with an axe and drink blood like water?
But he looked at it with fiery lips
Look north with the bright red lips on your head
Maybe it's because of blindness
Then I am a blind poet
In the earliest days of July
Thinking of you, I ran through this empty street tonight
Tomorrow, tomorrow when I get up, I'm going to be a man again
I want to be a child of the universe and a child of the century
Squander my own youth
Then give up the throne of love
Be the captain of the stone heart
Walk through the noisy cities
It's hard for me to dream about anything
Except for that first July, forever July
July is the golden season
When poor people receive wages in fishing ports
My July haunts me like the lonely snake that loves me
She will spend her life in the bitter waters of pain
By: Haizi
▍ July
If I remember, I'll recall it to you —
That's not called pouring out, although there's a red light on the glass.
You occasionally carry people on your back and take the opportunity to touch me with your body.
I am often unexpectedly allowed by you to kiss only once.
Although at this time, you and I have a new love.
by: Yang Senjun
▍ Tomb bed
I know that eternal death is coming, and I am not sad
My wishes are placed in the pine forest
There is the sea below, which looks like a pool from a distance
A little bit of the afternoon sun followed me
The time is over, and the world is long
I should rest in the middle
People who walked by said the branches were low
People who walk by say that the branches are growing
by: Gu Cheng
▍ July
Since then the summer has been occupied by July
Since then, patience has become faith
From then on I lifted up a heavy sky
Turn your back towards the sun
You are a season that is not understood
Only I found the secret in the arms of death
I smile because there is still the last night
I laugh is my right to stay in the world
And now that hand is still hanging over my head
What an eye for me to see
All means no longer exist
July will be another death
Summer is the season that suits it best
I was born a bird and died only in the sky
You are the shadow that violates my shelter
By the only means of man you have silenced me
I was never born with such affection
So warm, I am a small teardrop
Swallow the sun and mature in order to end yourself
So my heart is invulnerable
Was I once the night that remained in my heart?
I felt it in the shadow of the setting sun
The flesh is hidden within you, from beginning to end
So you are the misfortune poured out on me
In July you sleep soundly wrapped in dew and dust
But who knows how heavy your bones are
Look forward to it at dusk
by: Zhai Yongming
▍ New words
This is the western part of the eagle in the wild
I counted the sunset countless times in my mind
Give back the moon by the snowy mountain
A new word was coined
Take the stove, for example. Plus a little love burning
The old Chinese medicine doctor was on a certain river
The middle finger of the trumpet vein
I did it again with time
Trade-in business
Then, once again, we entered the vast Gobi
The wind blows snow fog
God is grazing
by: Liang Jilin
▍ Hot summer rain
The forest is deep and there are good trees
Flowers bloom with youth
Don't touch the moon in the middle of the night
That is, waking up in a good dream, suspended as such
The Rain of July ——
Remembering the love I loved yesterday
Cramped nights. And the rivers are on the sun
Flowing water
Who says calm is not a life
By: Su Qian
▍ July
Fog likes berries and vague pleasures,
A song dies of the aroma of the soul herb.
Cold winds are often unexpected because
People in the wind are always panicked.
Abandoned temples like labyrinths,
Thunder dispensing medicine for the mentally ill,
The hills are quiet when they are like a string
Silent syllables, lower abdomen, smooth as glass.
Tasson favors isolated incidents,
Grasshoppers and spiders, one shouting, the other
In weaving and silently remembering.
Lightning gives the pattern to the aging dock,
Sloping rain filaments, shiny, slightly bitter.
By: Hu String
▍ July
Don't let beauty know the extravagant hopeS I wrote for beauty
Survival is lush
Nothing seems to be annihilated in the dark rivers of politics
The storm looked distant and distant
Disaster seems more unlikely to be far away
My rose road is full of flowerless thorns
Seven - months
Like a melody
Passing through that long warmth
Sometimes there is only my voice
Don't let people see my sadness as a human being
Humble hardship is hard to settle down
Great language can't speak
by: Yuzhen
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