Iris against the wind
Sitting on the tail of April
久雨初晴,风吹扫着潮湿
Irises chase away the bees
A sweet promise in early summer
Usher in the decay of the flowering season
In April, the eyes are no longer gorgeous
It's like entering the year of no confusion
The fruit is still far away, and the spring water flows behind him
What the earth can do is not to keep it green
It is to continue to carry the sun, the gloom and the bitter cold
Just like this iris knows the fate of the four seasons
Leaning on the sun that is heating up at the moment
Do not hesitate to pass away in spring, do not irritable summer wind
Tonight, there is nothing that can be done
Even if you die, in this world
Who can lose half a hair?
But I'm going to be in pain, I'm going to be in pain until I lose my voice
Like a cosmos breaking a thin stem, the wind blows again
Like a whale, quietly tired before drowning
People who love life wear scattered clouds on their heads
There is no rain to hide
But you're standing alone across the night
In the rain, there is nothing but darkness and darkness
A star falls, only silently
Smashed on the top of the head of love and wetness
Along with loneliness, planted into the sea
For the faint shadows, on the sea
Two people who were rejected by the world
One at a time, dodge each other
Over and over again, look for each other
To my skinny brothers, Haizi and Van Gogh
When he lowered his head, the dark clouds were low
The sun was shining brightly in the clouds, and lightning was hidden in the dense darkness
The river stops in the air, and the rainbow hides in life
He was silent, but the light never fell in his heart
Even if the dew hangs on the weeds in the fields
Warm and damp windmills, shaking the tips of the grass
Or still spin in the wind
Like the sun of Arr, it sows seeds into the barren
Through the transparent to open the canvas of the earth
Like the moon, bury yourself in the light
Leave hope for the minerals of the night
He cares about human beings, so that his love is warm and tragic
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
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