Good poems of the day
The moon sets on the earth
One
When the moonlight rises
Those jubilant birds
Have dived into a tranquil jungle
Perched on a tall zelkova tree
These silent vegetation are covered by the bright moon
Write with a hint of sadness
Stoppage
Right
Let's stay still
Maintain a kind of reverence for the plant
Quietly close the book that describes love
Let the rich floral aroma
Bathing my languishing body
Two
When all the silence turns into a still pile of snow on a winter night
I still held on
Inner pain
Narrated in a glass of wine
It was a heart-wrenching parting
Like someone on a snowy night
Talking about a sad past
A love purer than snowflakes
It reminds me of a fiery horse in its twilight years
How to spend the rest of your life
Those chilling whips
It's just a doll that shepherds use to spread fun
Just gently falling on the Gesang flowers in the sunset
Those tenderness branded in peach blossoms
It was gently buried by the spring snow
Spirits, campfires, evening breezes
Dance piano sound falling flowers
It seems to have fallen out of a dream
The sky is full of stars
In the beautiful grasslands
Except for a few meteoric sounds
I really can't find the desert and river where Zhaojun is out
Three
The slanting sun of the previous life
Reflecting today's sorrow
I began to be in endless solitude
pamper
Like Van Gogh walking in a wheat field
Those glowing crows are fate
A severed head or a drip of blood
No one has been commanded by death
The bouquets that arrived at the gods were in the dark
With the light of the stars
Illuminate the white bird or the wild goose in the high places
Compassion and kindness that nowhere to be reached
With a bloody slow dhara
From the white flowers to the Cholae or more distant Cretaceous era
In the rumors of the world
Use a blue copper kettle to scoop up a white moonlight
Four
Corroded wounds
It is a mountain range that stands in front of you
Fill a huge wine glass with all the dust
The river is full of moonlight
The mountain luan is blown green by the spring breeze
Those cattle and sheep who are not at ease
Lost from the still wind
And my bones are full of bloody arrogance and sharpness
This is the rigidity of our nation
I need to ask for it from the way I came
Autumn fruits and food for thought
Cold currents
When the cold snap in the north,
Can't step over the edge of darkness,
The dead leaf butterfly buried in the snow,
Fly out of the deep crypt again.
My mind is just stuck in a withered journey
There are no roses in sight
I can't see the existence of peach blossoms in spring
It's like love in reincarnation has already fallen into a winter
Narrative about snowflakes
The sunset is pale
Filter more wind into
Noisy night dew
The teardrops that wept on the orchid
Like a person who can't get rid of the dust
Will be more missed
Hidden within
Hidden in how to say graceful affection to the wind
It's like a silent butterfly in the firelight
How to fly in the wind
Awaken with bright wings
Waiting for someone to knock on the door in a snowy night
Solace with a shining fire
This life of crazy waiting
Throwing watery tenderness into the lonely courtyard
With the holy light illuminates the girl who is about to leave
The way forward
Then turn on the dream and let it fly
I am alone
The love note of the third
It's the snow that flies all over the sky
Lead me to Mobei or the north north of the Mohe River
Go to the frozen world and create one
A Jedi without flowers
or
Tonight I'm just describing the heavy snowflakes as this life
Sad memories
It's like a storm or a tribulation I've been through
I
Just the embellishment of loneliness this winter
Existential non-existent
Just a creature resigned to fate
All the wind
On the way to the potential come
As a passerby
Carrying a sharp sword for reaming
When there is no wind
Time is used to live up
Youth is used to perish
More often than not, it is just decadence to express the existence of spring
The flowers are still blooming
The water still flows
I still console myself in a snowy winter day
The arrogant and lonely soul or the body
It fell like a false alarm
Behind the silent lights
Younger sister
The night was too long
The running water is too noisy
Allow me to trek
Wandering across the ocean to find you
The back left behind in a red lantern
Allow me to do so
Call you softly
Call you kissingly
The name of the milk that makes me cry
You don't have to speak
You don't have to
If you can hear the snow there
Why tremble
It was the deep affection I gazed at
Like a half-burned white candle
In this winter
Nothing reminds me of it
I only saw the distant sky
The hesitant and restless snow
Falling from an infinite celestial body to earth
There is nothing that does not exist in solitude
You can't hear or see
Olfactory non-arrival
Can't even perceive it
There are so many flowers this season
Illusory in mine
spring
The crimson peach blossoms
You can hear my low cry
Just don't want to be alarmed
The night's spread and excessive
Calm narration
A path to a past life
One
I know
What a dangerous thing it is to like
Everything that is exposed is more than a sharp blade
It's scary
I can feel the back of it
There was an eerie chill approaching my body
This kind of authenticity makes me feel a little uneasy
I even forgot to feed a few sleeping pills to the snow on a cold night
Let it be when I haven't fully woken up
Resting sleep
Two
I think of those terrible things
Like a knife sliding into the part of me that belongs to my heart
Flowers, sea of clouds, waves
Brilliant light, tsunami, wind howling
In my heart
Lined up
I need to be calm and contemplative
Hsi-chi-hsien
I know it's in my dictionary of fate
All the narratives
It has to be true
It has to be flesh and blood
This left me feeling deeply lost
It can be forgotten
But go deep into the inside of the tiger's den
Take part in an exploration that climbs the ladder
I had to be at some point
Forgot
These touching parts
For example, write about how a cluster of arrows is at night
Shoot a deer or a leopard
Three
Those shimmering waters
It will overflow the embankment
I had to open it carefully
The myth hidden in the lamp
It's like I can't use the pathos of my heart
To ignite the plants and trees of the Realm of Late Knowledge
Those still in the spring
There is no need for rhetoric
It doesn't even need any pampering
Your warm arms
Never be able to touch everything that was left in the past life
Falling flowers, flowing water, dreamy
Scarring
That is superficial on the surface of the body
In what way
Arrive just before dawn
The palm of your hand
A cup of fragrant coffee
A glass of milky thick milk
How to energize your morning
Four
I have a deep feeling that I can exist wearily
Or go to a feast without a goodbye
Those dismissive flowers blood ferns needles
My heart
It melts into a chocolatey, silky fluff
Like those icy snow
With the eyes of a lover
Irradiation adhesion
My desires
Those truths that do not exist in rice paper
Shine through like the sun
Those colorful falling English
What is seen, what is not seen
In the past life, in this life
It's more perceptive than snow
A winter exists
It's not just snow to stay afloat
Five
When the nucleus of those bodies
Who wrote into the garden
I'm looking for spring after
The retreat of the fruit
The marks of destruction
More repentant than the scorching sun
Except for heartache
What else could I have
My arms will be locked in a pair of cold handcuffs
My soul will indulge in a fire
Crying, wilting, mourning
Like being trapped in a dark prison
Spirits, squalls, rain
How ashamed of it
I calmly recounted
Apricot blossoms, rosé pear trees
These fascinating rhetorics of youth
Once again, embark on a melancholy journey in a foreign land
Walk through the moonlight
Fly in the fall
荼靡半盏
Flowers bloom like a dream
Maybe it makes me instinctively love, hate, forget
The wind, the trembling wind
The winds that hover high will never
Rolling down the hillside
Nestled quietly among the white flowers
You may never know
What did those light winds say to the white clouds
Warm confession still
A low whisper
Or the fervent lips overflow with gentle flowers
Those meadows that herald the depression of late autumn Cinnamon sycamore
As always, there was silence and calm
Fire in the sunset
Pierce the confusion of colors
The acacia beans hidden in the dusk
No longer able to withstand any suspicion and wait
It's like the jubilation of last night's dream
Legacy products
Old dreams, past events, weeds
It's like a soul that can no longer withstand the scrutiny of the years
Shout out in the moonlight
All the desolation
Those butterflies who foresee the future
Blankly still
The tip of the remnant flower
Waiting for fate, waiting for a bigger frost and snow
Invade the gorgeous body surface
哭泣 哀婉 低吟
In the story of tomorrow
Write the legend of Kaha
Dark wind
Never spill out of the narrow body cavity
So many pale words
Constructed
The eternal palace of this life
Those who are placed in fate
Scriptures
Shine in the sun
Past: Holding on to a dream
I can't tell you how much it hurts
再也走不出白荻花
Sheltered desolation
Like an autumn rain
The clothes of dreams
When that violet-like light
Can't cover a snowy day
What kind of tears I'm going to use
To cover up yesterday's emptiness
An impassioned speech
But it's a skeleton buried deep in the twilight
He that smells of rot
recall
There was a dull ache in the moonlight
Butterflies on the ruins
What an expression in the chaotic rain
Interpret an abrupt farewell in the gale
The flowers are gone, and the moon has fallen
Tears dried drunk
Only the wordless night breeze gently soothed
Weeping bloody wounds
Like those indulgent ants
The song of death and departure sung
When a song is not finished
Fly into the swaying prayer flags
White Moonlight
I can't tell you what to say about the empty field
How much real fantasy
Pain, sadness, anxiety, confusion
These words are tempered in the flames
Once again, the scorching peach blossoms will be run to
My godly rhetoric
Oh the girl I'm in love with
Still refusing to say where the evening breeze would go
Matasa
Where to go
It's like a lost osmanthus in late autumn
In a winding dream
Hold on to my weak corolla
A night rain that never stops
Let me do that
Fall into the solitude of midnight
Wine cups, poetry collections, moonlight, falling flowers
Deeply conquered by you
I am just a fiery horse in your scriptures that never stops
子民 奴仆
I saw all the palaces
My pious love letters fell on the official hall
Whether you answer or not
I heard the whisper of moonlight
Whether it represents your commitment
author
Geng Bing, net 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.