Hungry
There was something sad in the air
Yes
Not sadness
It's sadness
All the back and forth of the world
It's all a play
Interpret the story of the dead and the living
A crowded street
How many neons there are
Just as many
Can be sad stories
It's snowing
How many elderly people will be taken away
The same
The world can't be wonderful
People who stay on the shore of time
Crawling is a kind of longing
It's also a ridiculous story
I'm finally in the crowd
Lose yourself
Ichijo Street
There is no end
There was no way home either
It's dark
It's over
A final blessing of the day
Just eat a bowl of noodles
Go home
A little jet black
Streak across the sky
I heard it was a bird
Death is a colder night
Pitch black is
Return the last scenery of your hometown
The windows are the only bright exit
Escape is
Unspeakable loneliness
Some winds have no shadows
There are no footprints either
Leng is the only evidence of guilt today
You listen
The streets are still full of traffic
That one bird
Flew back again
It's always going to fly around
The sky had snowed
I can't stop it
The past of its flight
The way home
Why is it crowded
Neon on the streets
The shadows fluttered
river
Write something that you love yourself
Return the original dignity of the pen
The Yellow River
Don't look back
奔腾着向前
with the last color of the loess
to raise the rest
Love the ears on the riverbank
Autumn sticky look
Love the old locust trees in the village
The sight of a flock of crows
Love all the temples along the river
Began the perfunctory escape
I was in the Yellow River when it was flowing
Pick up a wave
That's me
The look of a fall
It is inlaid on the surface of the waves
Cloudy yellow
and scenery along the way
It's all my crawling memory
Roll over
That fleeting wandering
fossil
The story of the faded skin of time
Sitting, lying in a position
Life is choked and hidden
Loneliness is destiny
Better arrangement
Drink a glass of water
Let the flow flow smoothly in the throat
Sounds from the depths
Look up at the cup
High in the sky
There is no sea of stars
Thirsty dreams nurture
The story of plum blossoms with tears
I am in the course of the river where the waters are withered
Look for that
A teenager fetching water
Time washes away
Those regrets
Leave a splash
Do fossils
For people to see
Sin
night
My hunger comes from hell
Food and books
I can't tell
The sound of the wind blowing through the windows
Is it the world breathing in the middle of the night?
The fugitive began to pretend to celebrate the New Year
The bustle is covered with snow
Behind the shadows
Sneak up on sleeping people
Naked Exposure Exhaustion
Street lamp at the door
Swaying the farthest self
I am hungry
Craving for food
and deep in a book
It's all tonight
My sins
snow
Snow at night
Pressing the snow during the day
Layer upon layer
Close your eyes
I couldn't see it
this world
Lower Snow
Passers-by couldn't see the road clearly
People are naked in their own happiness
Pretend to be happy at the holidays
Snow buried in the world
People are not included
Only as far as the eye can see
And real
It was that sharp pain
We dream of our own well-being
In the years
Slow-flowing moments
Re-under
A layer of the coldest snow
Snow isn't just about color
And the cold you feel
Just this moment
Snow is the mask of the world
Spring landscape
afternoon
It's snowing
Pedestrians on the road
hasty
Step on the footsteps of going home
These sounds
Hsiang-hsien
Tsang-zi
我安静听着
The smell of fireworks in the world
I was in the window outside the alley
People are going home in the alleys
Life is their landscape
And they are my landscapes
The wind at the mouth of the alley
Blowing and shivering
Night is coming
I'm just in my heart
I remembered spring
Spring is coming back
Or why?
A spring breeze ripples in my heart
This moment I am
Spring landscape
night
Quiet at night
Hear the world breathing
and the sound of rusty windows
The rain falls and the sewage becomes a river
Branches sprout secretly
The wind is no longer angry
Street lamps are wasted dim
In a different direction
survival
The muscles are all strain marks
The joints are numb with the throbs of the season
I see it clearly
The tombstone is deeply lonely
The grave was devastated
Artemisia grass is swaying at will
Can you walk one?
A road made of wood
In the distance is a scene of wood green
Spring is night
Sold to the rain
Fragmented people
I won't wake up
Dreams prolong all the charges
For one night
Recent deaths
Make a note
village
The old locust tree is erected at the entrance of the village
Like a key
Alert or turn on
Rusty homesickness
The temple is high up in the village
The weeds on the hillside have come back to life
The idol accepts
People are pious with incense
The door of the temple faces the South Mountain
A few chickens crowed
The smoke curls peacefully
The herd unloads the plow
Lie down in the ravine and graze
Wheat field
Ancestors buried deep in their graves
Thorny
Old-fashioned old people
Reminiscing about the young village
Mother's cooked dough sheets
Piping hot
A pinch of vegetables in the yard
The last dignity of the green village
Courtyards where people are imprisoned
The gate is mottled
I can't go back to my home
Opposite the South Mountain
Cracked sneer
I had a few dog barks on my pillow
fall asleep
Am I back?
I replied
dream
A dream close to the window
Fall Night
Black abyss
Half at night
half in the window
There was no sound of falling
It's like a tear that can't find a wound
The dream was out of breath
Freedom in the darkness of the night
I tried to be in
Hard parking road
Find the trail when you came
The moon and stars crumple the sky
The dream began to flutter
Endless darkness
Keeps falling
Curtains stained
Dream colorless blood
Pour all over me and stand
The shadow of the window
Dream use
One night's time
I couldn't hear it
The sound of smashing
There are only lights on the opposite side
It was not extinguished all night
And the dream is lost
Author: Wang Wenjin, Han nationality, born in 1980, member of Xiangning Writers Association, director. Vice Chairman of Xiangning County Poetry Association, he likes poetry, walks in poetry in his spare time, purifies his soul with poetry, and lives a beautiful life with poetry. He enjoys the title of "Chinese Love Poetry Magazine Micro Poet", certified poet by China Poetry Network, and his poems have been published on many platforms such as "Poetry Network", "China Love Poetry Magazine", "Global Poetry", "Yellow Crane Poetry Garden", "Poet Sigui", "Little Fulcrum", "Jiangnan Literature", "Yellow River Wind Garden", "Meeting Poetry and Distance", "Xishan Wenyuan" and many other platforms. Poetry: Walk with poetry all the way, cultivate your mind all the way!