I waited for the sunrise in the high mountains
When the wind blows, the sun
Blow away the romantic heart.
As they say, "In the heat of summer,
It's the time when everyone loves you.
They say they say they say,
As I said my death.
Ah, I am waiting for the sunrise in the high mountains,
I waited for the sunrise with my eyes watery,
I waited at the intersection where I was crying and hoarse
The winding of the road. This time, I want to take a look
Look at the love of the sun's tongue.
Why should I commit to history!
And, why commit yourself to death
Left hook? What am I waiting for
What am I worried about?
When the Himalayas hang the ice and go,
I saw the moon, I saw it
Tears crumbling on the bauhinia vines
And I saw the series of babies that were born,
He let out a spasmodic cry.
But I didn't see it
Love.
When night falls
Love is a book that opens the door
When night falls
The fish mussel closes the shy dewdrops
The sky couldn't help but stop. Forget it
On this road, love is getting deeper and deeper
The flying sand and rocks in the world
Worn, and can't even be spoiled
One who wants to sleep in
Baby. ——
Sometimes, you're someone else's child
Endless grasslands
Cutting the steppe of the voiceover
They were collectively silent, with a share
The pain of posthumous independence, standing one
The love that has not yet melted in the shoulders of the old man and in his mouth
Fell to the ground, silent no
Language......
Ah, love
Ah, love. Great love
They wake up from their dreams
Just a puddle of smooth thick liquid
The flowers of the world are gone
A thing resembles Shandong steamed buns
Round squeezed down
The best memories in the world, those ebb and flow
Those who are obscure......
Yes, stop asking each other
The water in the valley is flowing
That's part of the Holy River. Extrusion, extrusion
In the jubilant moans, space
It's exploding. There is only one cup of tea
I was separated from the world.
It's always time that passes,
On the edge of every continent
Resident Arrival One Piece Sea,
They overflow like corpses
Guarding the dusk that hangs low at the foot of the mountain.
"Yes", the incompetent always ask
Endless punishment until death.
Now, there is no poverty
There is no richness either.
Wearing similar prison clothes
Their eyebrows are lowered, their eyebrows are lowered
In addition to the dirty clothes, those strange and strange are dazzling
I don't need it anymore,
Even the sanctuary, even the light-footed
River water, none of which are needed
Finish.
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.
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