To the flowers in the palm of your hand
Is there such a day
We hugged each other and wept
Say nothing, do nothing
Like two trains carrying pain
Collide with spring "clang".
Is there another day like that
趁着朦胧夜色
Secretly throw away the necrotic past
But he said nothing, did nothing
Until the tired eyes and faces are twilight
悄悄缝合。 ――
Is it okay to do so
Our Ten Fingers
Interlocking, like two
Stealing children
Staring into each other's eyes and feasting up
Splendid rivers and mountains......
What a good evening it should be
What should have been thrown has been thrown, and we
It's just nothing to say, it's what it is
I don't do it either.
Liu said
If you break my whole life
You will find that I sometimes drink alcohol
Sometimes it is suitable for seclusion
Sometimes it's like droplets of water in the sun
Perfect for a rainbow. Then, it's time for fate
There's a park in front of you
It's not picturesque, though
But there are often all kinds of styles. Follow the sunset
Falling wind and grass, as if
Flying Sleeves. ――
Those who quit halfway
Buried in your knees, though
Love without confession is not love
It's just obsessive. More often than not
They fit in the night and put a messy life
Put it back in the dream, and then it was by the river again
Haunted by dreams.
"Oh, it doesn't have to be like Starlight
Always shines. "-Forget it
If the day is off for its year
Let the mandarin ducks bring the shade of the trees that I have accumulated all my life
Go down the river. ――
I'm waiting for you at the end of the sun
The gaze should not be only three feet long
Four inches is short, and people shouldn't be favored
Only fly short and long
At the end of the sun there is a lonely city
Under the lonely city, 10,000 deserted nights
Hold out 10,000 tears
O sorrow, the sun often washes his face with tears
"The runway at night is empty
I only miss you
When 10,000 people raise fire and go into the wilderness
Tonight, I will fail. ”
Except for love, there is no need to appeal
Only the passion of the poet
can wander the beautiful Star City
That's a mother's paradise, a mortal
There is no room for blasphemy. ——
I'm waiting for you at the end of the sun
Waiting for you in a dream built by the sunset
Since the autumn wind is so clever
We might as well hug together
There is no borderless night, until the sea withers and the rocks rot
Everlasting
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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