early summer
White butterflies in the cold wind
Did you know?
I got drunk last night
Did you know that my wait would be when the last rose flower withered?
Caught in this vast swamp -
In Yantai, in Qingdao, in the vast Bohai Bay
I came out of that vast sea again and again
Identify large waves or undercurrents
Or the whirlpool that lies deep in the undercurrent
——
You said the bar
I heard a dangerous wind in the depths of the night
Hear the wind
The shallow and cold oath of paper:
Fiery as a rose
It was as quiet as snow
Come on
When I no longer use a bunch of barren weeds
to decorate your garden
You can hear the vast sky
My lonely soul
Nothing to rely on on a blank sheet of paper in the middle of the night
It hurts, and it's beautiful
afternoon
The butterfly that is still sleeping
Wake up to the endless flowers
Please take the yellowed book from my bag—
I have written my psalms in the snow of that deep winter
On that dazzling white plum
You can hear my heart tremble in the relentless cold wind
That's my soul
Issue a final confession at the pasture of dawn
The night breeze has hit
Where will I place my heart?
Only the wind
Shout out the uneasiness of the night for me
White butterfly
Van Gogh
Did my beauty go to Provence
Or was it to go
The wheat fields you once cherished
Don't you know the white butterfly?
From her fiery love note
Or her tall white horse
I'm in the moonlight
I'm under the linden tree
I was on that rainy afternoon
I am in the swift wind of the wilderness
Who can give me white jasmine
Paint in the colors you love
Can you see me hidden in the infinite wind?
Wipe the wounds of the female deer that was injured last night
Just wait for the dawn
Give me a reason to love deeply
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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