spring breeze
The wind blew all night
Until the sun is sleep-deprived
Erase the dark blue eyelids from the sky
You are awakened by your own lonely bones
Spring breeze and rain from within the body
The stone in the dream is wrapped in a thin coat
A naked fish, it seems, is more accessible
The spring that grew up with cold night feeding
Let me tell you!
is waking up to the cold wave of spring
Ah, I may be the river
Maybe it's the mountains, how I want to give
The green of that tree
Pouring out the soul of the purple and red
Come on, although I won't tell you
Even if you have affection in your veins-
Make sure you're not seeing me
Make sure you're not seeing me
I'm just a fear, used to clenching my fists
Fantasy crushes the dark man
I have a world-class warmth in my chest
It seems prosaic
But his blood was boiling
Like the wound that burned day and night
At this age, half of the life you lose is lost
This is my disposition after the spring comes
Sorrow is like the bitter water of the sun
Forget me, those are as precise as the solar terms
Time-
10,000 years is not a long time,
Just yesterday, Silent asked me again
About the mountains and flowing water, the tears in the kiss
Is it the tear stains that flow from the stream
Suppose I die
I don't want to die
If I die, it will be an accident
In search of hope, my face
Haggard, like a withered grass
Withered in the fields, in the wilderness
The ravines of death
Staggered across the cheeks
These are the car marks left by the years
Ah, there was happiness there
There have been tears
I don't want to die
If I die, it is not my intention
Just to prove alive, oh my
I even longed to get down on my knees
Longing to touch it, that's because of love
Unbearable haggard 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.
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