The lake is rippling
The chess player pretends to be unfathomable
Like a contemplative
Borrowed from Linyuan envy fish
This method –
A huge gust of wind came
Hold on to the fishing rod and the taut sky—
The earth is wishful thinking, holding a folding umbrella
Let the rain in March
Keep going on and on. I doubt it
It's not that I'm pale
It's the fantasy of a lonely cloud
Finally shattered -
Seven milk vetch flowers drift to the spring meadow
They've changed the way things were
Never do climbing again
Thinking Far Ahead——
It's pure outdoors, mowing boys
Throw down the smoky fairy tales
Give it to the white storks left behind
Spring dreams have not yet learned to drift
On the lake, the lonely bird slept and woke up, woke up and slept
What kind of twilight years it is, teach me
A mouthful of tooth decay and chewed up
Sun.
I fell in love with them
When coming out of the house
The door leaned against him,
In order to guard against the triviality of life
and stomped home again
Close the door gently. ――
They are downstairs
A group of sleeping men with crows in their arms,
They were waiting for me, waiting for me to go to the lonely night
Noisy out of a bustling city.
The bread is always held
In the hands of people who are more ignorant than I am.
I'm holding, I'm holding a loaf of bread
The more ignorant wine bottle wept bitterly
All night.
all
It's all just that
Because I'm in love with them
Weight
The sun came out, and I handed over half a ton
An unexpected smile.
——"Half-How"
God turned blue and threw it down
Thousand loaves of heavy lightning. ——
Sometimes the leaves rot, sometimes they turn into the world
Wrap it in a cocoon and hand it over
Mrs. Xin Chai saved. But me
Or the one who likes to shed tears, except for love
I can't hide it anymore
Something else
There are several springs, summers, autumns and winters in a lifetime
A few more twenty-four hours
They say that the night is broken, except for the barking of dogs
Only trickles of water and legends remain...
Oh, you can easily strangle my piping hot ideal
But it was hard to stop me from being able to restrain myself
Reveries. ——
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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