Dawn's dedication
I want to grieve, I want to cry
I want to struggle, I want to call signs
At dawn, in the wilderness, in late autumn when thousands of flowers are shining
Sometimes I'm like a swimming fish
In the infinite depths of the ocean
10,000 times to give up their tears
Bury yourself in the abyss of the sea in the middle of the night
Before I became a fossil
I swim beside you
polish yourself into a love poem that will last for a lifetime:
I'd rather burn myself
into a pile of ashes
Fall asleep beside the plum blossoms you pass
Those unforgettable words
Howling in the ashes
Until darkness comes
Until the storm comes
I slept in the Sanxingdui Ancient Tombs
Let my iron bones shine
Melt into drops
Immortal blood
If in
At dawn when the wind rises
You hear a killing
That must be me in the Book of Songs
Put up a desperate struggle
May
Tonight I will stand on your hill
Write an old love letter for you
I dedicate my open-minded heart and immortal words to you—
In the Moon Palace, I sat under the osmanthus tree
Place a dark incense algae
Lay it in front of your coffin
Let the butterflies and spring make a covenant of wood and stone
In a past life
I am a pious poet in the snow
Oh my soul
Is it in the holy moonlight
Become a Buddha on the ground
bluestone
All the sparkle became dull
All the flowers have long since been lost
Tonight, I sit alone under the moon
Think of some eucalyptus leaves
Can cover me
Like a great wave of the ocean that drowns me
Wind is an invisible dancer
Devouring everything silent in the netherworld
White horse, green light, rose
Torrent Cliff
And those white plums that are ready to move
It's like a shell hollowed out by moonlight
It's like an elegy for the autumn insects
In the flowing water, I am just an illusory leopard or a wolf
One-to-one correspondence
It is the sound of a wooden fish
Slowly melt into the raindrops
And I can only lurk on the edge of the shallows
Whitening bluestone
Yukiya
I forgot that winter night when no one was around
You build a world out of snow
Fall here, collapse here
Here I hear countless curses
Hear large flakes of snow
What is being held:
City bluebird knotweed
Everything that lurks in the dark corners
Still strangled my youth or
It's in youth
A beautiful green butterfly
I know after this encounter
It is destined to be a little silent sunset
In a verdant dream
Defeat and retreat
Until we all will be
After the fall
A bend is bleaker than the moon
lakes
We will be nirvana in a pile of embers
If there is some wind blowing through at night
You're bound to hear it
Autumn and autumn a eucalyptus leaf
Wiped out by the moonlight
It's like an endless wilderness
A piece of snow that blew through
Countless plum Rui were born
It seems to be a plum room
Swallowing me—
Worn out poetry books
Forget a snowfall
Forget the Troubles in the Snow chapter:
The black tent is soaked with the unbearableness of the past
Pear blossoms once bloomed immortal in the moonlight
And how can I surrender
The wilderness's denigration of the sky
All karma is endowed with spirituality by rain
We are all in the rain
Falling cetaceans
不要妄谈我透明躯体
How many hard steel nails are hidden
When the middle of winter comes, please when the snow and ice melt
Pray for me:
All the night will eventually return to dust
We will all be under the torture of the dust
Hand over your heart
Iron juice that tends to corrode
now
There is no one who can replace me
Prayer or repentance
Such as seawater, moonshine, light waves
and those undercurrents that can erupt at any time
I lurk in the earthly world, in the universe
in a virtual multidimensional space
In the Canglan River, I am like a lonely boat
Hidden by the wind
I drained my body of blood
Wandering in the invisible waves of wandering
Till the stars shine on me
The castle I had hoped for
Appears and is faintly visible in the distance
My peach blossoms
After a light snowfall in winter
As promised
When the rhythm of abolition knocks at the door of death
I heard the ravens of the jungle all over
My imaginary firmament
There was an unexpected storm
In your horse-head lyre
Only the moonlight is faint
In the flower pots
Looming
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
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