Good poem of the day
verbose
To forget the names of so many sufferings
I took off a fur coat
Then I was on the navel of spring
Remove a pair of gold-plated earrings
I have too much love
What is acacia, what is form
We sat in the middle of a rainstorm
Touching a door that rushed from the flood era
I made a table with great care
There are no banquets for guests
It's April, it's my April
April is a fire-like day
To be your past
The rain drenches the spring mind
I, inevitably, also have some
cannot help doing something
It's useless to say anything
Rain falls into our eyes
Therefore, pear blossoms are mixed with too many emotions
Before retirement, last winter
Too much snow has been spent
Promise. ——
The night is confused
I'm a person who has no fun
To live is to catch your breath
Coarse air is sometimes blown out of the water
It was as if above the sky, a virtual weld
Huge bird's nest. ——
The iron in the dream, dragging the invincible body
Come to the abandoned roadside
Not for survival, but for death
This body full of rust can still be sold
How many pounds and taels?
Sit opposite your friends
The air was breathless from the charcoal fire
I can't see all the shrimp
The look of crawling slowly
If you change to previous years
I'm sure to ask out loud
Ru, can you drink it again
You can also drink a few more cups of alcohol that you can't spit out!
Oh, the night is confused
I'll pick the lights for you
A teenager playing and chasing on the road
Contact has been lost
I crouched on the side of the road and cried inexplicably
In the middle of the night -
Traveler's Diary
I always wanted to be younger
Excessive force
Say sorry. A humble heart
Stumbled to the shrine of the ancestors
Serve the tea as a pour. Checkmate when not dead
For the heart of the prodigal son
Innocence
I always thought I had fallen leaves
The heart of the root, in the traveler
Fate is always worse than legend
After drinking the night, the moonlight is both amorous
Helpless again. At that time, we were facing the sky
Dead breath blows, not listening to the commanding mountain flowing water
A few white clouds will also fall. And minecraft
Only dreams, only waves
To you -
Author: Ye Xiaosong, born in 1964, screen name, Prometheus (fire thief), poet of the Reading Sleeping Poetry Society, poet writing enthusiast. Some of the poems are included in "Reading Sleeping Poems Anthology: Spring Blossoms" and "Reading Sleeping Poems Anthology: Grass and Warblers Flying". Poetry has a unique language, quick poetry, and is good at digging out poetic soil from the silhouette of life and building a castle of poetry. Poetry has its own unique meaning and specialness, and has a certain degree of recognition.
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