herbs
In the mountains, life is poor
How much bitterness you swallow
to be able to lift a few flowers
- Lifted so high
Heaven has the virtue of a good life
You have the heart to help the world
The one who tasted the herbs
Survive the dead
Shennong's back basket has soul rejuvenation grass
How long to endure in the world
in order to resurrect in a snow
The Allegory of Death
A mosquito is full of confidence from a piece
Fly out of the barren grass
Quietly, falling on my bare arms
Hold back the itch and wait for it to fill my blood
- It never flew again
Punish its greed for its greed
A frog swimming in a pot of warm water
It doesn't know that there is a slow-burning fire
- Add salt, green onion, ginger and peppercorns
Waiting for a delicious meal
As everyone knows, the years are like slow burning
Fire
Cook warm
The rest of my life
Fat dreams under the ficus ficus
Under the thousand-year-old banyan tree, the thousand-year-old bluestone slab
A commoner passing by
Here you can rest your feet – and wipe away your tears
Unload the vicissitudes of life
Under the intertwined roots of the banyan tree
Dreaming intertwined dreams
—— ——
Closed his eyes
Escaped the war between Ukraine and Russia
Pick up a cannon that isn't stained with blood
Contains a wild chrysanthemum with only white flowers
Let the tears flow into rain
Let the living soldiers return to their homes without the smoke of gunpowder
Let the dead soldiers have a tombstone
- Snow net plum blossom falling
Listen to the flute herding horses also
Let the falcon go away
The white dove carries the landscape on its back and brings the news of spring
Lying on a bluestone slab
The leaves of the ficus microphylla sprinkle the moonlight, along with the moonlight
Wade through shallow straits
Go to the Sun Moon Lake to swim. We all are
The fish of the descendants of Yan and Huang
The blood is connected, and the fish and water are deep
Let's swim across the strait and see
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River of the motherland
We take our dreams as horses and travel to the south and north of the Yangtze River
Go to the steppe Tianshan
- The village is your village, and the grassland is yours
prairie
The clouds are your flock
The motherland is vast, and the dreams are vast
You can dream of the Red Chamber from a boulder
You can dream of the Three Kingdoms from the Jinge Iron Horse
In the broken temple, he talked about demons and monsters with Pu Songling
Yoshito Saiko
Fine wine, gold bottles
Tonight, drink with Li Bai
The night is dark and the wind is high
In a heavy snowfall, the grass fell with the forest
All the way to the west, thousands of mountains and rivers
I dreamed of becoming a Buddha in the sound of wooden fish and scriptures
Wake up from a rain pour
The wind blows and the wine wakes up
In reality, waking up is a dream
Waking up in a dream is wine
Author: Ding Jingxian, pen name: Shui Ji Yeke, male, from Fan County, Henan, farmer, veteran, member of the Communist Party of China. Reading the military poets of the Sleeping Poetry Society, he likes poetry and occasionally publishes it.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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