When we were dying
When we were dying
I also think of the person who walked too fast
Autumn straw, layer upon layer
Heap out the graves of our thoughts
At night, I hear the sound of spring
With the tinkling of spring water
Let the sky bend into another shape
Sometimes it's love, sometimes it's distress
The more we want to leave and live
The more one followed. Newly grown leaves
There is always unspeakable sweetness, there is always there
Unspeakable bitterness
Love, don't torture yourself
The afterglow of the setting sun, as if
A sheet of spread rice paper
Drawing the future we want to draw
10,000 years is not too long
We left home, finally
Because of the pursuit of love
became the one who kept the empty room alone
The time we fell in love
Say long is not long, say short is not short
But it can be calculated in numbers
It's not called love. Not to mention me
A sentimental heart is always touched
and shattered to the ground
Tonight, I am far away
Tonight, I am far away
It is the sea of stars
With a confused head, I ran towards the world.
Tonight, I'm huge
And a lazy cloud
It's an old fox,
Wrapped around the head of the moonlight wise and
Cunning bandages.
Tonight, a shooting star streaked by
A desert wilderness inhabited by lions
Tonight, we're dragging
The long tail walked through 58.com
Like a shy child, because of a marriage
And the fake show is really done-
Tonight, you can't understand
Why do I cry,
In order to pry open a door,
I knelt in front of the Buddha all my life.
Oh, the sun!
Finally descended the mountain
At that level of dusk
Wrapped in a layer of dusk gauze
The stars have touched the sea, touched
Seawater.
Because I miss
There are rattlesnakes, bamboo leaf green, and mountain tigers in the mountains
and a litany of forgotten delicacies
Because I miss
The season when the leaves are withered
I had to reach out a hand and hold it down
A certain area of pain
We worship God in the rain and use old incense burners
Meet the new bends
With a blurred line of sight
Visitation of the short fate of a lifetime
I received a message from the deceased
Don't get too close to death
Don't go alone at night
Because in that night, lightning
It's like an initiation, it will suddenly tear apart
Thought in the gap, then turn around
Escaped
And our whole life
It's just a spring rain, and in the fall
Wipe away what remains in the world
Misery.
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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