I don't want to wait for a death notice in vain
I don't want to wait for a death notice in vain
I don't want to listen to it, it's night
The sound of busy crickets. ——
I have my own world
Drink a cup of tea in your spare time, when the love is strong
Run to the sky and pee
In the endless night
Let me tell you, I have a love affair with a tree
As for whether there is alcohol or not, that's none of my business
Because happiness is not given by others
Even if the night is at the right time
Miss the reminder of love, even if I am at fault
Whether we break up or not is not up to us
I'm going to be right for those years
I already know it
I've long been on one side of the water and soil
Know like the back of one's hand......
I bumped into your dress
In the darkness of night and in the darkness of night,
Looking at so many colorful houses
I gradually lost my memory.
Facing the decomposed clusters of flowers,
My eyes and face are a pool of hot springs.
Thinking of the time when I praised my father day by day,
I'm hairy again.
Oh, love is always in the warp
Slowly flowing, through the illusory vision,
Reminds me of a certain year
A certain month. In that moonlit night,
I bumped into your dress. In a campfire
Dresses turned a thousand times, in the campfire
I came across your jumpsuit
Skirt......
I no longer go to Mobei to wait
Wangchun Street in March
The pear blossom is moist, and I am waiting for you in my dreams
Tears of farewell were waved on the platform
Whose memory was sealed in the dust
Walk the path of repetition every day
Every day I cry out the young name of my lover
In ignorance, who likes
I was in the prime of my life
Alone in the wilderness muttered to himself
I don't go to Mobei anymore to wait
I woke up abruptly tonight
But the lights swayed out of the ghostly fire
The one who loved me was back then
Young girl. Whenever I
Conform to the wet raindrops, that thump
But I walked away
Thirty years......
Author: Ye Xiaosong, born in 1964, screen name, Prometheus (fire thief), columnist of the Reading Sleep Poetry Society, poetry writing enthusiast. Some of the poems are included in "Reading Sleep Poems: Spring Blossoms" and "Reading Sleep Poems: The Grass Grows and the Warbler Flies". The language of poetry is unique, the poetry is agile, and he is good at digging out the poetic soil and building the castle of poetry from the silhouette of life. Poetry has its own unique meaning and specialness, and has a certain degree of recognition.
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