time
Measure your life with your feet
There are mountains, and there are plains
Fall down and get up
No matter how many detours there are, the goal is always forward
Write emotions with pen and ink
There is sorrow, there is love
No matter how many setbacks there are, the heart is still full
And time is an invisible carving knife
A little bit along the way
It is finely carved on the forehead and the corners of the eyes
The pain recorded is deep and shallow
The color is bitter and sweet
It is the fairest of the wise
Favor everyone and never show favoritism
In the long river of time
The emperors and the common people are all dust
Wealth and poverty, glory and humility
It's just that it's all smoke
Cherish your time
Even though it's vast and infinite
Can give you mine very short
It never looks back, it's fleeting
Lost, never to be seen again
A hypothetical person
A hypothetical person
Come to the riverside, paint, and recite poetry!
River water is also assumed
Amplify the sound of the buoshing sound.
The moon is coming, playing tired children
I don't want to stop laughing.
Small mushrooms under the pine tree
Secretly growing, in order to replace the spring thunder
Issuance of certificates.
The fisherman's song drilled into the ears of the waves,
Time can't help but jump out and embellish
Diamond!
Footsteps can measure tiredness,
But I can't weigh the weight of my dreams.
Life sometimes takes courage!
Sometimes it takes a lot of rain.
Days
Actually, it's a year,
It's a brief separation;
A pair of spider's feet, trudging
The years of life weaving.
Hate me!
I've forgotten how beautiful you are
Face. ――
At a high place, I can see it at a glance
The noisy night is full of lights
The banks of the river are full of people
Under the ever-innumerable starlight, they
Suddenly scattered. Only Tiger Piran
Stupidly looking up at the sky.
In August, I went to my hometown,
The moon shadow of the hometown, poured
My past and present lives. Like fate
追随爱，如同骨肉丝丝相连。
Oh, I often cry out in my dreams:
"I've lost, I've lost!
I've lost my love..."
When the snow and ice covered earth is opened,
Suddenly, I found that spring was coming
Reinvigorated, on the way back,
With phalaenopsis, pansies,
And rape flowers to me
Rushing in the face-
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.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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