Good poems of the day
One last poem for you
Someday you'll suddenly think of me
When it rains and you can't sleep
You'll be reminded of our first encounter
Or, the final parting
Put these few freshly picked wild chrysanthemums
Clip into the psalms I have written to you
Someday, you will be under a lonely lamp
Quietly flip through the hearts I once loved you so much
At that time, the night must have been deep, deep
The past is damp
Thin and long rain threads
Weaving the poignancy of the years outside the window
And under the fingers of your flippage
A few will wilt
But the dried flowers still exude a faint fragrance
Like a sigh
correct
floating
drop
tonight
Even if it's Tanabata
Tonight by the river in Yanye Village
It was still a silent darkness
The city is in the distance, the lights are in the distance
A window that was open only for me was in the distance
Further afield are legends
It is a river that flows only through love
Tonight, the moon is scarce and the stars are scarce
I'm at the end of the world
In the deepest loneliness of life
Thinking about those who once loved me
I used to love
And the woman I'm in love with right now
Where are they at the moment?
It is a dream of indulging in nothingness
Still inadvertently
I was reminded of once in a while
Tonight, my long-dormant thoughts
Shake off the rust all over your body
Like a river
Begin to flow in the dark
Tonight, who swims leisurely in this river
Whoever will be obsessed with me for the rest of their lives......
Autumn Song
It was a very pure day
I gave up books, poetry, and music
Sit quietly in the September sun
Into the fall
Enter the solitude of clarity and clarity
I think of the sky that I have almost forgotten
I remembered that there were no wings for a bird for a long, long time
来耕耘眸里的寂寞
That's when you come
His waist swayed, like a willow at the water's edge
And the wind calms everything down
Only your long hair
Drifting like some kind of suggestion. I think
Young passions can blind people
In the crowd, I only see you
Of all my dreams, I only dream of you
I wouldn't have written this poem without you
Can't stand the longer and longer cool nights
And my heart will become a withered leaf
Suddenly falling into the abyss in infinite sorrow......
road
When I was young
I don't know the vicissitudes of life
Just the road that will be walked
Stacked one by one
Treasure it in your heart
Trek through many years
My longing heart sank
Passion extinguished
By the fireside on a winter day
In the moment of solitude
The road will unfold one by one
on my forehead
Silently meandering
poem
Look, that's poetry
Two drops of ink were spent
Occupied, or defiled
A flawless piece of paper
It carries with it the passion of the heart
and the blood of sorrow
appears in front of you
Like a shy village girl
There is no day of self-confidence
There is only a humble night
May this cry of pain be heard in my chest
There will be no silence in the gaze of the gaze
If only time could be turned back
If only time could be turned back
I look forward to an earlier and more beautiful year
I met and fell in love with you
I love you, not just that
Love your delicate body in lust
Love what is hidden deep in your body even more
Love my heart too
The autumn of life has quietly arrived
In the few remaining days
In every hard-won meeting
Don't question, don't be reserved
Enjoy this secret passion
Don't let the flame in your heart go out
Don't let sorrow flow like a tide
Drowning the lives we are recovering
Wait for me
象花朵等着honeybee
Kiss me
Like the river kissing the embankment
Don't make me cry
You understand my sorrow
Don't make me disappear
You're longing for my existence
Cherish it, so good
Occasionally, tender like water, love me
Untitled
I used to burn for you
I have burned for you
I'm still burning for you
No matter how I burn
I have to admit it
I never burned completely
And in the broken stove of my life
Passion for firewood
There's nothing left. soon
I'll be a piece of charcoal left
I want to keep burning, but I can't do anything
I want to extinguish it, but I am not reconciled
When the wind blows, I shine
As soon as the wind stops, I go dark
I'm a piece of charcoal left
It's just a little bit of temperature
Far from burning you
It also burns itself deeply
tower
Along the silence that settles deep in the stone
I circled, ascended
The shadow of the moon crept into the mound
The bright river is rushing through the window openings where you can look out
I kept circling, rising
The rusty brass bell takes away the sound of falling time
I grew smaller, more and more empty
Like a needle piercing the sky
Finally disappeared from the heights
river
A river of silence
Always silent
Flowing through everyone's faces
Childhood, Youth, Youth......
passed me silently
Only a little bit of the past remains
Such as stones that have settled at the bottom of the water
And the ship is gone
There is only some inexplicable melancholy
Secretly returning home in the sleepless night
Passion is gone, and the land is barren
The river is drying up
On the forehead, the ravine-crisscrossed riverbed is exposed
Silently recounting the turbulent years
well
The bluestone wellhead is a danger of spring water poking out from the depths of the earth, and the face is full of mottled years.
The years are quiet, just like the coolness of water, nourishing the rise and fall of the sun and the moon, nourishing a village with only blue-tiled roofs among the trees.
When the rope for drawing water hangs down, smoke rises from the roof, and the call of the mother rises.
My thoughts are rising, too. Thousands of miles away, twenty years later. Alone at dusk, I look out at my hometown, at the well of childhood and a well that nourishes memories, rising in the smoke and rising higher to the sky
Flying everywhere......
Ochika
It's October
It is Lingmen Mountain by the sea
It is a wild mixed forest in the mountains
I sat alone in the woods
It was the waves that made Lingmen Mountain shake
A dead leaf resembles a butterfly
Perched on the shoulder leisurely
I felt like I heard autumn
Whisper in your ear
"Hi, how are you?
Lonely stranger"
The noise of the sea widened my silence
I miss my hometown
It's a reef where waves crash
author
Li Ping, a post-70s amateur writer and working poet, has been insisting on writing in the cracks of making a living, was recommended to join the Hubei Writers Association in 2021, and was elected as the vice chairman of the Xian'an District Writers Association of Xianning City, Hubei Province in 2022. has always been busy with work and survival, reading books in his spare time, insisting on writing, although humble, but never sighing, alone in the text along the path of poetry to the otherworldly spiritual palace.