Language tutoring classes
Use the text as a splashed landscape
Trying to confuse the public with messy filth
Be careful to open the reels of the language
The music of the native language can also synaesthesia paintings
The root of purity is free from impurities
The childhood of intonation before flowering
Innovation bears fruit in terms of meaning and structure
In the natural earth skin ravines
There are rivers eroding the painful muscles
The sensory-searched bullets need to be returned to the arsenal
Hot firearms are not only destroying but also reproductive
The eggs are laid in the bed where the uterus is cut
Wet spots in a haze
Never give up on the earth and the difficult birth of the night
In fact, the moon already needs to be bathed and cleansed
Place the brush reclining against the back of the moonlight
Get the beginning of the initial source composition
It is a grand speech of language in itself
destination
When the heart is free, you can write poetry
When the heart is imprisoned, you must write poetry
Where will your heart be when you write poetry?
Can the life flowing from the tip of the pen be synchronized with the heartbeat?
Maybe poetry is a mountain, and the heart is a cloud
Or compassionate mappings to each other
Convince the text to stop and go to Zen
But the mind expands into the void of ten thousand laws
The trade-off between writing and not writing
It is the completion of the whole life of the poem
Smile at yourself
A poem makes an intrinsic reward
Give yourself poetry from the inside out
Needless to say
Repetitive exercises
We cannot talk to the world
We are still under God's watch
We can only listen and try
Make some risky moves
to challenge the authority of creation
and pay a price or compensation for it
The experience given by these challenges
It has always been God's self-made spear and shield
God taught us weapons to attack Him
Used by us to kill ourselves
And we will be arrogant to throw away that shield
Die before God
Like the flock of heaven regaining its meekness
Learn to respect yourself and your soul
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
Face the sea and look for the light with your black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "speaking for grassroots poets" as its mission and promoting the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, the spiritual pleasure of poetry, and the revelation of poetry to living life. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Reading Selected Sleep Poems: Spring Warm Flowers" and "Reading Sleep Selected Poems: The Grass Grows and the Warbler Flies". Poetry friends have been working hard, the poetry club is forging ahead, constantly innovating, recommending excellent poems, producing high-quality poetry collections, reciting excellent works, recommending poets' works in various forms, so that more people can read excellent works and appreciate poetry culture, we are on the move!