Earth: Trying to wake up
Don't forget this hint from God:
Do not try to be next to the burned beech wood
Dances:
There is only indulgence, only a virtual autumn rain
Talent 抚慰
What a restless soul this:
The summer I longed for:
The rain is surging
Cattle and sheep are lost
We go back to the church
Let the priest
Harvest the oats I planted barley
Waki Yin
With full of frivolity
Tribute to the remnant sun:
Moonshine is an eternal secret site
We will spend here:
Snowflakes of chastity pass through the shoulder blades of the disobedient
Between the tumbling canyons
Transmigration:
The twilight of memory us
Remain silent
Let the snow fall all over the narrow and thin
forehead
Black Departure Song
Is not the father of the immortal soul
Rushing at midnight on the sun-drenched flowers
roost
Like a white horse that has been asleep for a thousand years:
That glorious aura will live forever in the jungle
Wu-ch'u-hsien
The rain is vertical and the night breeze is blowing——
We will end up between the sea and the island
Plant an endless expanse of moonshine
We will eventually believe in getting drunk late at night
Nothing to do with luxury
Before a plum flower, please use a wooden tree
Light up the ups and downs of your heart
Accept the endless noise of the night
or
At the time of the arrival of lightning
Change into a gorgeous outfit
My blue and melancholy flame
It will definitely wake up
This life is vast
Forgive me for my uninhibited heart
There is a kind of torrent in the dark:
Dangerous Midnight I'm trying
Decipher
Howling in the gale
We are silent, like a zelkova tree
Standing in the autumn rain
Let the raging winds blow
Drain the blood out of my body
Even we don't have time
In front of an old beech tree, talking about a storm --
I was a weak zelkova tree in my father's eyes
Won't stand up to any storm
Those zelkova flowers washed by the night rain
You can't find your way home
The father caresses the fawn under the beech tree
It's like caressing my lightning struck wounds
The night sky is vast and the world is narrow
I saw my father walk into the firmament
The vast smoke waves
Never came home again
Author: Geng Bing, network name: Houde Zaiwu, post-70s, college culture, member of Jiangsu Writers Association, columnist of Reading Sleep Poetry Society. In 95, he began to publish his works, and his works were scattered in more than 100 kinds of literary publications such as "Writer's Daily" and "Poetry", and won more than 30 national awards.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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