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A wheat field in the twilight
Can you lend me a piece of your green?
Make a battle suit
I am the butterfly you came from in your previous life
Have you ever seen it?
I have lurked under your lamp
Look at you in plain clothes
Write a book for me——
——
Darkness is a pile of false ashes
But I have a fiery heart
In the starry sky you look up
Withdrawal, refuge, nirvana, rebirth
April: Pack my bags
The peach blossoms at midnight are more like a smart beauty
Walk slowly on my scroll of poetry
Like a storm, like lightning, like a night rain
A white deer perched quietly in the jungle
With the wind of the unknown and fate
Just for an instant
caught me off guard—
I am Tinder
I am a ploughshare
I'm Blade
I'm the bronze vessel in Sanxingdui, which has long since decayed
In antiquity in the Cretaceous
Who knows
I'm in the river of years gone by
How long is it going
Until where you kissed
No longer a love poem –
Now I'm about to leave my flesh behind
It became the palace kiln of the Song Dynasty
Silky and shiny celadon
I look like fire
Whether to make your night sky
Countless smoky, emerald raindrops were dropped
I'm looking forward to spring
But I am afraid that after spring
Warm wind
Bury my bones
The passion I wanted
was spotted by the amorous peach blossom at a glance
Always put those precarious petals
A wasteland hidden deep in the heart
In the end, we will
with peach blossoms in March
Let's go to the slaughterhouse tonight
Spring Festival: The Gods Come
In front of a peach tree, have you been silent again and again
Again and again without words, again and again and again wooden
Like the top of a high mountain
The old white eucalyptus
Maybe your silence
A certain plant in the riverbed that has become a year has drifted away
Hishika——
When the raging winds have taken away your youth
I'm just insincere
Standing on the riverside
Watch the sunset press you in
The long-stranded riverbed
I was reincarnated
Wear the stars and the moon
Just to pay tribute to this wisp of dark incense -
——
The moon went down that year
We kissed goodbye in the night breeze
On this pale manuscript paper in the middle of the night
Write about the delusions of a lifetime
When the snow falls in the middle of winter
Resting on withered eucalyptus leaves
I just knew
On the coastline on a distant winter night
It has long been full of illusory metaphysics
early summer
The peach blossoms in March have been gone
The hustle and bustle, the strife, the splendor, the splendour
It's like our goodbye
Gently fall, gently die, gently feather
Under the peach tree
I heard the chirping of a horse
Fleeting
But it's so thrilling:
I heard the sound of peach blossoms falling to the ground
Like the lingering Sanskrit sound in the church
Resounding in the sky and resounding in the world
Oh the unawakened people in the church
is trying to use a rain
Bullying subverts my perception:
Love is a fire
Even if you go to the soup and go to the fire
It's not in vain
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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