Those lonely wild winds
Tonight, I'm no longer obsessed with a neem plant
No longer inquire about how much suffering it will inflict in this life
Like the ups and downs of my life
I just stood still under the moon in frustration
Let the wind hunt
Kill my thoughts all day long
Like I refuse again and again
Like I sink again and again:
Shaking wine glasses
Ridiculous lies
and this earthly world
Surging undercurrents
Who can comfort the fall of a stroke in the middle of the night
Mingyue's persistence
Listen to these all-night rains
After all, it will be wider
Guilty heart
This late night is suitable for forgetting
Who can understand the crow in the cold wind
Saying what:
A promise that never dispersed
It's the silent I
It's twilight
How we wish we could use virtual prosperity
Cover up every bit of loneliness
Those skyrocketing rains
Always carrying my wet heart
Go and see you from afar
We run, we sing
We comfort each other in this cold earthly world
On an aged plank boat
Chiseled down our drifting and turbulent life
Rotten with unsatisfactory fate
Until the snow comes
Cover up my indulgences
These: butterflies who are willing to sink
On a piece of beech wood
The stubborn butterfly
I have long forgotten the heyday and the heyday
A passionate love:
In the dim light shadow
驮着风
Carrying the dark sea in the wind
In the midst of a bustling world
Whether every true relationship is worthy of awe
Whether every hypocrisy
They will eventually be abandoned
Forget all that snow
The sky that will come to an end
Will there be anything left of your arrogance?
Star's, windy
Vast and narrow
These are deep in the bath of earthly words
Will it finally become a virtual love at night?
White ashes
June Snow
If you want to be at night
It's still snowing
I believe in all the dust
will report a hint of illusion:
It's a rainy night
How much sorrow
Just as many jasmine flowers bloom
I'm just meditating on you in these illusory whites
Think of yourself as my paper
The loneliest snow
I love so much
I will be with you eventually
Fall in the cries of incessant cries
Until I became in the moonlight
The bleak part
Author: Geng Bing, network name: Houde Zaiwu, post-70s, college culture, member of Jiangsu Writers Association, columnist of Reading Sleep Poetry Society. In 95, he began to publish his works, and his works were scattered in more than 100 kinds of literary publications such as "Writer's Daily" and "Poetry", and won more than 30 national awards.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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