Friend, I don't have any other preferences
I'm going back to the past
Back to the Rhetoric Pavilion, the sunny hillside
Stubble by stubble of mist water harvesting
Rice harvest in autumn. ——
I have 10,000 stories
Arrange your troops at the foot of the mountain
When the water flows to a lower place
Behold, the sun is gathering in the col
My tired time
I love you, just because
Eons of years and a kilometer are in a race
I love you only because of the blood
It's flowing in my heart......
Friend, I don't have any other preferences
I can't even say a word other than sincerity
Complete discourse. You see
I love you, just on the way to run
Sweat that flowed......
It's always been like this in life
His injuries came from old age
It's like a wound that won't heal for billions of years
Toads seem to be the same
Desperately paint yourself with a legend
The moon is a childhood that does not grow up
The same is true of the smoke of the Thousand Miles Cook
Whenever the fence is presented from the books I have read
At night, I lit the lamp and stayed up to read
That's not the sixteen piles I've been to
Sixty years of memories
Not a coincidence, of course
It's not the first time, either—
I ran with my heart
You see, life is always so busy
Life is always so short
For the time being......
Sigh!
The ancient affection is naked
The sky was inexplicably surprised
If the mountains at this time
Tears of chaos flowed
The wind will sweep through the desolation
Sigh!
Time runs, and the river crosses the hometown of lost memory
My hometown is penniless
Only the mother's love still reverberates deeply
Ah, the prodigal son had an epiphany, and time was lost
The great river meets in the future
Mother, I hope the cuckoo cries when it comes
It's not too fast
That's not all
Too late......
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.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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