Mt. Fragrant
I woke up too late this spring, and the soil outside was still freezing hard
Wait like a myriad of eyes, gathering the thunder before the sting
The sun is shining, and the dormant creatures are still nesting in winter
Jiulong Lake has not yet untied the ropes of the spring cold
Huaqing Pond, you have been silent for too long
Go grab a pot of bright light and leave it for the lotus flower, and slide down those few drops
The spring temperature of washing the coagulation grease is still hot
I looked at Lifeng from afar and burned spring incense
Patrol the mountains once and for the remaining viruses
May the disease turn into dust, and the poison into the soil
Let time flow and take them with you
The return of the watch
Recycle the backlog of fear
Kick through the wind with broken leaves
Heavy rain outside the city
From noise to silence
The city is empty and quiet, listening to the flowing water
A giant mask
The smog is blocked, but the air is still not fresh
Looking out the window, worried about the birds
In this absolute silence
I can have time and heart to hear
Any voice that has been hoped for but not received
In the world, the desire of the mouth is repaid
It's licking huge wounds
On the day of the opening of the city, they learned compassion
Love what you love outside the world, and embrace the heart of all love
If you don't say anything, the tears will fall first
Walking March
Pure March begins to wander
The earth is conceived, and the night sprouts upward
The sound of water pushed up the grinding disc of tears and washed the snow lotus
The wind chanted along the way from the Qilian Mountains
Bless the snow and water under the mountain meandering south
Bless the blessing given by the king of the snowy mountains
The green rolls away from the grassland, and the abundance is as good as ever
Brass bells and prayer flags pull the long, dazzling sunlight
Drunk in the herd of yaks, enlightening people from afar
There is still translucent wine in the wine vessel of the years
So don't grieve until the God of Poetry comes
Get ready for sweet barley and warm butter tea
Those rock sheep who have eaten salt lick until the first spring
It should be ready to start, please let us
Turn your prayers with your hands clean and pray to all that is outward
There is an ancient temple hidden in my heart, and my soul has something to rely on
吉乃儿结晶的眼泪,大柴旦的海子
Riding a camel through the Huqiang Ancient Road, I was blinded by the wind and sand
The gaze is lost on a certain wildflower, and it will not be forgotten for a long time
A sad night in Delingha
Look for the familiar star
Go to be a sheep of Wuwei and run back to the free pasture
The waters of the Chase River are still on their way to the yellow vasculature
In this March, I began to detour again, swimming against the current
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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