hometown
For those who are still looking up
Hometown is more like the heart of the moon
Don't dare to approach with reality
To put her in the "Ethereal Peak"
Like a full flesh
Always alive
Fu
It's like the water that picks up nostalgia under the moon
Loss slips through your fingers
In the end, they were empty-handed
Those lost memories of time
Lead the way and move forward
Like a blind man holding a clay pot of nothingness
Collect the stars in your eyes
Big drops fall all over the night sky
loneliness
One step hurts, one step misses
Green pose
I've been sleeping on my stomach lately
The abdomen pressed into a void
Like thunder under the vault
Drag the resentment to embrace the green of spring
The aimless grass color is far from coming
I'm scorching with peach blossoms
Vertigo in the flower bed of dreams
Pain, like the teeth of poetry
Nibbling on my night
There are some distant winds
Blowing through the roofs of the village
The hair floated up
Her past
Words hurt all the time
Landscape card
Forty-year-old remnant jade
It is no longer possible to carve it
The health of losing the first half of life
Engraved in the landscape
The river is cold and lonely
Canoe post
The end of the year is coming to an end
The disease has not yet been taken away
Everything I have in the world
Forget about the snow this winter
It's like entering the void
Touching a woman's hand
The day before yesterday, the beast of the pancreas
Let her last life be a bloody forest
Such as a piece of blood jade landscape card
Carve the biting and cold spirits of the dead
I just want the water to be calm
Ripple quietly disappeared
When the mountain falls
The earth is empty
Under the gentle moonlight
The years are gone, and there is a might
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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