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22. The veins of the Qur'an

author:The poet climbs to the clouds and fishes the moon

- Where does the self-consistency come from?

22. The veins of the Qur'an

When the aftertaste of history is thick in mottled traces

When the contemplative night rain washes away the morning light

When reading poems for you, the discernment of the dust falls

When your ruts are engraved into barren drifting and spring flowers

The hyena hasn't woken up yet, and Cha Xiang reads your resentment

The quiet cars came and went, crawling with the meanness of the wanderer's groaning

Escape from the unbridled oceans of the south, the scenery of the north

Still dry!

22. The veins of the Qur'an

For the fragrance of tea forgotten, for the notes forgotten

For the sake of the indomitable solo haircut, that moment

Silence scattered in the distant wind, calm aroma of wine

Stir your cup of justice or sober feathers

When the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, we should be in the botanical garden

Comprehend the natural phenology and comprehend the lightness of Bao

The snow in the north is so proud and clear

It seems, forget your season with a hurry!

22. The veins of the Qur'an

Anchor the sense of dislocation and happiness of the mind, tranquility

It can make you forget the loneliness of inaction, Fangfei April

The peace is about to be extinguished in the tears of repentance of the big bad wolf

Spring, the sunk cost of passing obliteration in the holidays

In the beacon fire, the jujube trees that return or freeze in their hometowns

Like the noise of beetles outside the hustle and bustle of the window, swarming

In your diary, you can't help yourself!

22. The veins of the Qur'an

When I meditate and write, I forget the flow of time

Forget the empowerment of energy and the greed of trekking, drizzle

The hidden staggering snowflakes are wrapped in the freezing rain of the south

In the torrent, the veins of the Qur'an were cleansed, and there seemed to be nothing

Heavenly Sacrifice, Steady Reward!

22. The veins of the Qur'an

It's just the shadow of the cherry blossoms falling in time, you don't have to worry about it

Mother's phone is ironed against my pond and garden

The ginkgo tree was still planed, and it shook off the ears of the wheat field

Where does the self-consistency of pollen come from?

I have no comment!

22. The veins of the Qur'an

Thank you

Climb to the clouds and fish the moon

Tuesday, April 30, 2024