A loose dog
There was a dog squatting on the side of the bus stop
There was a man standing next to him, like a dog
Sloppy, dirty, and down-and-out
Their hair was sticky and soaked in the sun
I guess it's a good guy and a good dog
Or a bad guy and a bad dog, punished by life
Actually, what about the good and the bad
No matter how bad the bad people are, they are so bad that they are famous
At most, it has been written into history
for people to laugh at and remember
No matter how good a good person is, it is so good that the tree monument is passed on
It will also remain forgotten
Occasionally, when you need to get light in the dark
Find some memories of justice, kindness, and self-deception
Most of the time, people are in the world
It's a dog that goes with the flow in the rivers and lakes
It can gnaw the fragrance of bones, and it can swallow the smell of feces
greedy for a lot of wealth, but also proves that he is innocent of the white world
Greedy for life and afraid of death, committed to the power of life
The pursuit of a casual, comfortable, noisy solitary
In September, there are people walking and people bowing their heads
The sky is still so high in September
A lot of people start to bow their heads in the fall
Pretend to harvest a mature contemplative head
Use a few sets of silent words
Put the old village and the mean in your heart
Time to adapt to aging, dull pain surges
Grains of sand fall away from the earthly gray hairs, eventually
It became a compromise without waves after the harvest of the world
The dizziness of indifferently bowing the head will forget the distance
Let the itinerary of the September cloud tour become a Buddha
盲目降落大片死灰守拙的云影
Complete the self-theft of dignity and freedom
A lot of sunburned fish scales in the middle of summer, will hypocritically
In what moment did you fall off the rivers and lakes that you will forget?
The emptiness is completely absent in the wine glass of September
Unable to hold the old and turbid fake Confucianism
The sky is still so high in September
When writing poetry, a lot of old words
They all approached her, as if touched
Cleanse the inside of the clouds, empty heartbreaks
But I received a different kind of package at a high place
For example, the rivers and lakes are not far away, and people's hearts are not cold.
Chongyang
September of this year is not high
But it climbed for a long time
The cloud overhead followed
Like a giant mask
Yamanaka Wild Chrysanthemum drank dew wine
Make an effort to embrace the sun for warmth
The wind runs so cautiously
It's like people's breathing
Ninety-nine miles from the beginning of one yuan
Shout from above
Cloud, you have to be strong
Wind, you have to be brave
Look at the people down the hill
Constantly fighting the epidemic
But the eyes have never been in their twilight years
Author: Lan Bing, now living in Xi'an, is a doctor and a member of the Sleep Poetry Society. I love to write poems, I want to be washed away by the heavy rain, and I want to kiss the dripping lily of the valley in the poem.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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