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In the corners of your fiery lips, I see the snow falling down the starlight

author:Reading Sleep Poetry Society
In the corners of your fiery lips, I see the snow falling down the starlight
In the corners of your fiery lips, I see the snow falling down the starlight

June Snow

Can it be filled with a snow?

My long-thirsty stomach

Can you use a grand moon?

Compare my thoughts

Yes, miss a snow

Years later

I have snowflakes day and night

I already know it

The city except you

No one will stop a snowfall

Run into my heart

The screams continued

Like a wandering wolf in the middle of the night

Return: The sun is thick

It's not in your eyes

There is also a snow deeper than snow

I heard it thousands of miles away

You're coming on horseback

In my lonely heart

Sweep a piece of clean land

When the moonlight climbs the treetops of the wood hibiscus

The sound you hear is never snowfall

At the corners of your lips like fire

I saw the snow

It's flowing down the starlight

Flowing into your restless stomach

Answer with a grand snowfall

On silent rice paper

Let's draw a sunflower in its prime

I mourn without ceasing

He will eventually be murdered by Van Gogh

I will be in the wind of reincarnation

A wheat field that is forever lonely

The night was dark

This gives me plenty of time

Reflections

Do I really love you

It's like your pen and ink

A long-dead spirit butterfly

Running in frustration

In the news of Autumn Wind's death

Visit the prairie we admire

In the deep-sea eyes of the Tibetan antelope

Look for legends like the past life

I can drink a cup without it

One

I can hear the wind

This messenger who walks in the sea and midnight

What kind of magic is there

A cry of pain in the world

Falling to the bottom:

I heard the howl of a wild wolf:

A pile of snow presses a pile of snow

One wave replicates another

And I know that:

Each of us is just going to be dangerous

Hidden in the middle of the night

Hidden in a pale gardenia corolla

Two

I was just on an endless night

Seeing something desolate:

The setting sun hangs on the entrails of the night

明晃晃的

Its brightness is far greater than a tumultuous raindrop

Three

My beloved butterfly

Who made my tears

On your wings

run

Who makes the snow in the harsh winter

There is the imprint of Cangsang

The land of my silence

It is not far away

Come gently

Four

There is no white horse

There are no red walls

Only under the Forbidden City

Seeking plum blossoms

Shouting out for a lifetime on a rainy night

Verdant encounters

Ephemeral and eternal

It's all under the moon this night

Shiraogi

In the midst of danger

Raise the blade

Five

All the illusions are in Tang Yin's Taohuawu words

沦陷

Love, upheaval

I lurk in the depths of the night

Listen to a pear blossom

Between the ups and downs of my heart

涅槃

Six

I take the span of a stream

Go and measure

The distance between humility and charity

The snow that weaves through the jungle

Continue to exaggerate the loneliness of winter

Seven

Just with a star

As a disguise

The snow will easily believe:

The absurdity of the world

It's all just in the middle of the landscape

Survival

Eight

When I was away from the crowd

Go in search of the white bird in reincarnation

Who can be in the solitude of my twilight years

Read hypocrisy and arrogance

Rain is a frame scroll

It's more like a redemption

I heard who was in the snow

Repented reverently

Author: Geng Bing, network name: Houde Zaiwu, post-70s, college culture, member of Jiangsu Writers Association, columnist of Reading Sleep Poetry Society. In 95, he began to publish his works, and his works were scattered in more than 100 kinds of literary publications such as "Writer's Daily" and "Poetry", and won more than 30 national awards.

Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet

In the corners of your fiery lips, I see the snow falling down the starlight

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