I still hold on to the key to the old house
The past is in the corrugated
Kayacho Hanshu
Catharsis is a kind
Strange and familiar feelings
The sorrow of the insects
Grow old in one night's imagination
An oil lamp like a bean
Hold on to the heart of the night
Paving the way for the wanderer
A warm homecoming
Just running old houses and kids
Look at me
But they can't tell who I am
Idyll Yori Old
The people who sang changed and changed
赤裸着归来
Also, the red naked dress parade
Year after year in the moonlight
Flowing loess and life
Old houses float on the water
Great rusted locks
Tell the desolate scenery with melancholy
Life used to be in the spiral of cooking smoke
Persistently looking up to happiness
And the days passed peacefully
Father's wrinkled face
It becomes charming when you smell the fragrance of rice
Walk with the village on your back
A piece of rice in your pocket
The bones are fragrant
Tonight I hold the village in my arms
Classical acacia
I'm still clutching on to it
The key to unlocking the old house
The catcher in the wheat field
Kuwa-hsien
The bluestone slab in Yu Lane
Exhibit them one by one
Will be on your mind
Thin and smart days
Stand on a high post
Nostalgia for the romance of green
Millennial Flying
And the years are foaming
Shizuya Detour
Unleash the fragrance of the ages
I don't see the sentimentality of decline
The night nourishes the light
Waiting for Godot
Wait for the wind and rain
It's just that I don't know the poetry of desolation
Can it be as warm
Old time
Doors and windows come and go
可否诠释麦田里
What the man did, the last watch
Those stormy things
Raise a glass to the moon on a windy day
Smile at the falling flowers in the season of snow dance
Look back at the singing
We have become thinking reeds
Infiltrate the flow of years
When the footsteps of the sun are far away
The years have been weathered
Poetically inhabit blue and white porcelain
Then see through
A certain twilight
The responsibility of life
Always on the way forward
So we who lead the believers
Hit the road
Only carry, a cloud
Author: Yang Liwen, a high school teacher, is a member of the Sleep Poetry Society. The lonely walker on the road of poetry is not kitsch, not sophisticated, not forced, and expresses his heart in his own way of expression.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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