Gobi
The soles of my bare feet
Wear out the knees of the earth
Just for the distance in the dream
Arrogant wilderness
Dandelions in full bloom
Wandered in a foreign land
The riverbed has dried up
The white bones of the fish are shiny
Deep in the sunset
Stinging my quivering gaze
The head wolf who was driven out of the pack
Look back at me from afar
A shy look
眼泪汪汪
I don't intend to
Fictional rain
In this silent Gobi
I hope to get back to spring
Reality always caught me off guard
The cry of a lifetime
I can't keep the fragrance in my heart
So I left the text
Not for the sake of fame
Just because this was once a grassland
The tragedy of poetry
Chaos Startup is silent and wild everywhere
At this time, a song came from Yoyo
It crosses forests, caves, deserts and large rivers
Endure on this blue planet
As for the content of the lyrics
It was lost due to the lack of writing at that time
As for the spirit of the song
Five thousand years later, I can see it faintly
That's actually a poem
The swan song of human civilization
It directly gave birth to language
Then it was spread all over the world
From now on, you have regarded yourself as a hero
Let the word of mouth sing about your carrier
You are glorious in the Middle Ages
At that time, the world was highly respected
You are a darling and a coquette
Quatrain, Quatrain, Quatrain, Quatrain
You truly erect a monument
Let future generations dare not look up
They racked their brains
It's just a sigh halfway up the mountain
Tang Feng Song Yun Tang Feng Song Yun
You have made posterity weep
Weep bitterly and sing to you for eternity
What a mood it is?
It also makes me modern
Escape in the machine complex
Take a copy of your ancient anthology
Willow embankment autumn barren slope
Write today's poems
Writing poetry is tantamount to self-harm
I searched for dry intestines, and how could I pull them out
Sentences that compare with you
And so the sunset
I knelt with my face west and put down my pen in abruptness
Look at the mountains and the sea and the sunset is bloody
Your old rhythm is still in your mouth
Under the curtain, the evening breeze is getting stronger
Stir the boundless falling trees and fall down
Gold leaves flew all over me
My thoughts
Suddenly fluttering like a flying leaf
Suddenly, it was like a sea of clouds
What an annoying late autumn evening!
Look ahead
There was no one in the wilderness, and night fell
Shinobi
The path is vast and withered
Suddenly I felt lonely
I can't help but think of that one
A young poet whose bones are still cold
Yes, he can't go beyond it
None of us can surpass it
——Self
Poetry is still poetry
The author is not us
Even if a thousand lives
How can you exchange a thousand quatrains?
Wrote poems all his life
But lost at the last moment
- Confused by the past
What exactly is a ridiculous thing to do
Or sad
Poets who entered the profession have changed careers
Those who have not entered the industry are still gambling on youth
I'm so embarrassed
Still clinging to this abandoned garden
If humanity is destined to no longer need poetry to sing
Just let it die
to save so many anemic poets
Shattered hopes
In the twilight
I rely solely on the poetry gallery of the past dynasties
Drunkenness is like drinking wine
The shadow of piety scurried on the floor
At this moment, a figure floated in front of me
It's Li Bai
Or Du Fu?
Author: Hua Ling, formerly known as Liang Chenghao, male, Han nationality, born in 1974, from Wolong District, Nanyang City, Henan Province. He is a contemporary Chinese avant-garde poet, a cutting-edge writer, and a columnist of the Reading Sleep Poetry Society. He is now a local village doctor. The first collection of poems, Love Songs and Lamentations, was successfully published in Henan Zhongzhou Ancient Books Publishing House in April 2015, and won the silver medal of the third New Poet Award held by the Chinese Poetry Society in Beijing in June of that year, and the bronze medal of the second Red Sorghum PEN Club in Qingdao in August. The second collection of poems, "Beauty Snake", is also being planned for publication.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet.
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