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On this sunny morning, the wilderness invited me to take a walk

author:Reading Sleep Poetry Society
On this sunny morning, the wilderness invited me to take a walk
On this sunny morning, the wilderness invited me to take a walk

On this fine morning

On this fine morning

Let me walk in the wilderness, and the sun is like a golden thread

Green grass with silver dew

Approaching the lakeshore in the shape of a large mirror

Walk through the wind, without bumps, and come to the wooden pavilion

At this point, I'm no longer there

The only one who suffers under the tree of joy

Looking at, a cloud

Moored in the heart of the flower

I use green leaves to foil me, and I am in it

In the good poems of the imagination, forget

Sick sentences of birds

Suddenly, she ran with a cry

With me

Look at the scenery side by side and begin to write it down with your soul

These wildflowers and aromas

Oblique

This afternoon

It doesn't matter if I'm enjoying a lotus or a cup of tea

The wind blows

And it slanted, and the trees slanted

The pool is slanted

My guqin platform is tilted, and so is my imagination

Hah, everything is slanted

The only one that is not oblique

It's happiness

It's like a good noon

Closing your eyes is eternal

In the afternoon, look out over the pine forest

The waterfall is far away, and the sound of the waves gradually weakens

Closing your eyes is eternal

Wildflowers

Red sticks to red, blue sticks to blue

Sleepiness between gray and black

I am a pool of turquoise water

In the deep birdsong

Slowly lighten it

Good time

In the grove, birds fly in pairs

Flowers bloom and stalk

The wind blows out the aroma of the stones

Give it to me in wisps

The mood is like silk

Lose the wild, flick in silence

Bamboo building flashes

When I approached her joy

I knew

Pain is out of reach

Moonlight

Wednesday evening

I'm in the water pavilion on the right side of the lotus pond

Reading "The Left Biography"

When the classical wind blows

I'm concerned about the water

and the sleep of the night dragonfly

Frogs don't chirp

What kind of moonshine laxatives under the wrist

A white aroma

There was a slight ripple

Author: Wang Yueqiang, a native of Beijing, lives in Chongqing. He is the author of many poetry collections such as "The Dawn of Words" and "The Wind is Whispering", and his poetry works have won many awards and been selected into a variety of important poetry anthologies, and he is the editor-in-chief of "Chinese Folk Poetry Reader 2018 Poetry Volume", and the president and editor-in-chief of "Chinese Poets" magazine.

Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet

On this sunny morning, the wilderness invited me to take a walk

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