Fenglingdu
Fengling Ferry, Guo Xiang missed for life
The love is not cold, and the water of the Yellow River still has residual temperature
Twenty-four years of rivers and lakes, it is difficult to find three golden needles
In the cold place of the cliff, there is no wind under the Emei bamboo
The martial arts are still there, and the young man's white clothes have turned blue and yellow
At this moment, he touched the water surface where his ancestors were buried in the wind
The sky is low and the water is far away, and the clouds are steaming
glanced at the Yellow River's cheerful and low figure
Like a mother's virtue, she has carried a lifetime of faltering
Sink your heart into the water, but Jiuqu knows life and death
It is known that Qin Hui can't cross Fenglingdu, it is known
There is no tattoo on the back, and the water is already full of red rivers
A blood carp went west against the water and went to Kunlun
Collect the snow in the wind of the 100,000 snow-capped mountains
Meet a person who has a habit of cleanliness in his soul
Scouring the white sand in the river, not thinking about the past
In the harsh sunlight, the wind blows in the wind of Lingdu
The wind that goes from south to north
Countless times, when the sky is cloudy
The flood was like a hanging river in his heart about to burst
He doesn't know himself, like a stranger to time
The past drowned the mirror image into a torrential rain
Broken step by step, the sound of the broken strings of the water rhyme is revealed
Life is held in the palm of the nightmare's palm, and the body temperature is full of candles, snow and wax cold
A few rumors were still vague, but the road had long since been silent and silent
Fate is like a lone wolf, all the way north
Those who insist on catching the light, dodge in the world
Panic is as blind as the stars falling into the night
But even if the cold water settles, in the deep darkness
Moonlight struggled to climb the edge of the well and grabbed Nanfeng's collar
Towards the solid footprints of the road from which he came, he slammed out
Tomorrow's eyes widen, and the same will be true
I can get there
The sky was full of salt, snow white
This isn't the first time we've taken on tears, and it's not either
One last time to carry the weight of the clear light
These are heavy, both joyful and sad
The clouds, eventually, will be light and thin as if they have never come
Everything in the world comes and goes, but heaven and earth communicate with each other
Like snow-white salt melts into the rain and disappears into the dirt
The river broke through the bones of the earth, once again
The supermarket that climbed into the sky was sprinkled with grains of salt
Whether you can get there or not depends on how many things outside your body you can put down
Leave life pure, religiously as an apostle of nature
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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