Good poem of the day
We sit in time
All the pain is chewed by the wind
Devoured by the wind
Season falling tides
Desert music river
We were disturbed by a thousand still lifes
Like the wind handing over tiny parts
It's not that I won't hold on
It's this rusty rib
A low vulgar voice came out
In ascending music
I am a blind person from another world
No flowers in sight
No fire in sight
Imaginary pain in the bones
It's a torch you can no longer lift on a winter night
Those indulgent stars heh
Again in the light tone of walking
Pronounce the reincarnation of three lives
Desires
Perhaps in the vibrato of the distant horse head piano
My jewel-like tears
Bound to be again
Penetrate your majestic city or a prayer hall filled with Buddha light
Lover
Please lift my soul for me tonight
These funeral processions
No one would unload it for me
Heavy armor
My implied compassion
Always with you and you
This lost night
Wait for a peach blossom together
Bring me amazing cassocks
All the pain, all the pain
They were all gunshot wounds that were already covered in my body
- My virtual river, bonfire, prayer scroll, pottery pieces
When disaster strikes
From the big shell of my promise
divest
Like a fish with extreme pity
Take me across the dangerous Amazon River
Perhaps it was a magic weapon more ferocious than a wild wolf
It has long been transmuted
Those in the homeland of Western Liang are full of exotic customs
Xianbei people or Khitan people
Perhaps this is a constant stream of water
Hints to me
On the altar of the beacon of the beacon
Slaughter a white lamb
My lover who I will never forget
You can hear me
Each one shines brightly
Prayers
In the pious twilight
Drop by drop
Like a ferryman late at night
Hold a pool of dark brown blood
Or on the distant ruins of Gumudu
Fragments of those civilizations
Author: Geng Bing, screen name: Houde Zaiwu, post-70s, college culture, member of Jiangsu Writers Association, columnist of Reading Sleeping Poetry Society. In 95 years, he began to publish works, which were scattered in more than 100 kinds of literary works such as "Writer's Newspaper" and "Poems", and won more than 30 national awards, and authored the poetry collection "Never Sadness Again".
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