I want to go outside
I want to go outside
But the sun was too much outside
I want to lie in bed and meditate
But the bed was already overgrown
Mildew. Dreams that have lived for hundreds of millions of years
Only a few thousand years remained
Ancestors float on the river in May
Tired of walking
There is no shadow of it
It's like addition and subtraction that hasn't been done for years
Sometimes go ahead
Like a wave of joy
Sometimes they follow you timidly
It's like a child who has been criticized
Always keep your voice silent
After a long time, I want to go outside
Let's go, but it's a pity that the doppelganger lacks skills
Unfortunately, the blood was spilled all over the ground. Just ask
I can do it a few times in a lifetime
Heart-to-heart and lungs. or
We use the identity of deception to the end
How many? Oh, count the days
It seems to be a tired twilight
It's like raindrops, joyfully
Send yourself to the world for free. I want to go outside
It's a pity that the legs and feet don't agree, but it's a pity that time
Not much. ——
Maybe
The weight of poetry oppresses the night
Suppress the dreams that wake up in the middle of the night
It may even suppress the pulp of words
Or, accidentally, it is pressed out again
Many mountains and rivers that quench the thirst of plum blossoms.
Coercion oppression of a person
submit
Pretending to shh the cold and ask for warmth,
It's like forcibly oppressing Lamei
A trace of arrogance is released.
Even if there are 100 million people who like her
It will also end in the end. It will also lose weight
Chilling. No matter how cautious people are
Maybe you might forget to take it with you
The history of life. Not to mention after the wind and frost
The spring scenery is overwhelming.
Why make assumptions about the dew that night?
The temple that was torn down and rebuilt
Isn't it a living
of the old temple. ――
琐碎
A crisp breast that passes through the grip of one hand
It is finally possible to get rid of it
The last few years have been lost
Dense winds
Fantasy stops singing
But the prism that has been tempered by the years
It's like the shadow of a fox hunting at sunset
Alas, Hangzhou on the map
It is like a beautiful mole falling on the West Lake
The rippling face of the blue waves
A sense of numb delusion
Sideways into the alley vacated by Cypress
Before dawn, he turned around skillfully again
And because of the lack of calcium, the heart is fast
Twitched his calf
I've walked enough. So many years
It's like the salivating one on the moon bud
"If it's a sneeze
100% will associate with a few intervals
Daughters of the county, how many of them are there
distance, how many incidents will happen. ”
If there is nothing
You might as well go to a casual building to drink green tea for half a day
- I said -
Life is nothing more than throwing a net and closing the rod
It's nothing more than salted fish on a bamboo pole
and salted radishes fished out of the urn in winter
What a signal, gossip
The water will drip on the ground, and I will be blind
Fool around. Ah, autumn
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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