Good poems of the day
The summer wind blew through my body
summer wind,
Blew my body apart
Those spring hastily patched together
Face.
At the beginning of the lanterns,
The breath of the world is stormy
Part of it is open to passers-by
The other part was able to
Deposited mechanically
Cabinet machine.
This world,
I flipped through the autumn wind sweeping
The fragrance of the wood is heard
The eyelids are half-open and half-closed
On the way to the doctor,
Look at the highest mountain
The highest sky, the world
There is a long queue, and I have lived for many years.
What a strange city!
I timidly drank the unfamiliar air.
A flower butterfly unrequited love spring
Just stay alive
You can't avoid seeing you tomorrow
Tomorrow is sometimes buttered bread
Sometimes it's a flower butterfly again
Unrequited love for spring
Acquiescence and abetment
is the closest thing. Blacks and whites
Tall and muscular
Evolving yellow people
It's like an equation
Unrestrainedly
Sow full of warmth and lust
Plant frost, snow and plums
For the amorous lyricist under the moon
The pain of lovesickness -
Thousands of days and nights
People bite each other
The process of doing good
I always want to wear linen and filial piety
Worship the ancestors who were silent as kings
summon
I came into this world at an inopportune time
Like a song, like a melancholy embankment
The flood that gave birth to the profligate.
An untamed river!
Xiaocao gave his loyalty to it
Wu Qing endured the noise of the raven and let it go.
My heart is getting cold, and in the call of God,
Oh, butterflies, the mortal part
It is taking off from rotting dead leaves.
Good luck and misfortune,
How do I choose
As the sad legend goes:
In vain,
Pour out the void.
Under a clean sky,
The train car rattled.
A flock of crows that are departing quickly,
Stop at the tree at the entrance of the village. Dead people
Carrying bones, in the cold
land, looking around
Hometown. ――
My heart grew cold, and I was ...... in God's call
He thought of camellias
Be willing to do so
Accept fate
Old horse-drawn carriages
Listen to the wheels of the soul
The sound of the earth jolting
Window
The scenery has been worn
Nostalgic mood implanted in bonsai
Soaked in the years, but also soaked in wind and frost
The brachius muscles of life
Compared to a few days ago
Gradual relaxation
Against the fiery sunset
He thought of camellias
I think of a path into the mountains
Felling Wood Ding
and in the valley
That hearty shout -
A flower that has lost its season
The haze of time
Ha out of one
The thin shadow of the past,
After the New Year, we will meet with the peach blossoms
Shoot thousands of photos -
But winter, maybe more for me.
In the days to come,
Nothing more than day and night
It's nothing more than after three meals
Another three meals a day
What else? Except for love
Who will walk on thin ice.
Snow, as if there was no one around
That would be in the poet's imagination
It doesn't fit the crowd or
Diplomat traditional
Suits
Oh, life
Scattered time,
It's not that it's hard to be hungry
It's a small day
In the world of intrigue
It's been a careful budget.
Indeed,
Finally waiting for your birthday party:
Let go of drinking, singing, or
shade with the remaining light
Dance a song and dance.
People who like me!
You must understand,
I am the flower that has lost its season......
I'm going back
I'm going back
Back in time
I'm going to melt
Ice cubes in the heart
sadness
You are no longer eligible
Stand and talk--
Dead leaves drifting along the street
Shedding strands of clothes
Silver virgin thoughts
It is not possible to return from the original castle
O living people!
We used to be old enemies
There is only this broken bone left in my life
Why be doomed to suffering
Tear for life.
Oh, I'm going back
Go back in time!
Back in time!
Look at the flowers
This lovesickness left behind in the world
How to make spring allergies in the moonlight
Whenever I love you
Whenever I love you
Snow fell from the sky
Sunshine aims high
Listen to the monastery's non-stop chatter day and night
Friend, so many years
Do you know what love is?
I don't care anymore
I just like the snow to come out
Empty bird warbler. Just like
We hugged each other when the snow wasn't falling
Take advantage of the blue sky, and shed tears while love is still at the end
Steal while everything is busy
Idle......
A sigh
You are the mountains and rivers
You are the lake
You are the sun
Occasionally falling
A faint sigh.
To those who point fingers
I'll just give a look of compassion
When the world is questioned
I just want to question you with the world
Stop resenting
The branches have spread out
Beautiful skies are intertwined
The starlight faintly glows with a faint fragrance
You use ten fingers
Hold my breath tightly
In the depths of loneliness
The wish has been abandoned
Be good as flowing.
Even flesh and bone can't stop separation
Every little conspiracy
are all roaring-
Like lightning in a downpour
A sigh like fragile sunlight scooping up from the water
Loneliness is like the last straw
Loneliness is like the last straw
It's stressful
When the stars depart along the morning fog
I quietly waited for death
The years are like a fog of mystery
from the compressed sky
Leaning out of the crowd
Amnesia of fingers, not only
Sandwiched between the future and the past
It doesn't matter what you say anymore
I only believe that the future, tomorrow
I believe in the joy of people hugging each other and crying
From ancient times to the present day, I only believe in tulip lips
Let me smell your body
Fragrance. ——
Grey goose
More self than God
But it's the scenery,
More natural than the scenery
It's a surging crowd --
More natural than the crowd is in the grass
A gray goose pacing leisurely!
A song just from the bay
Poetry of free swim ashore.
Ancient sky,
Thoughts flashed from the eyelids.
That's not on the beach
The shade of the palm falling,
Nor is it the night that wakes up in your sleep;
It's a tenderness
Lazily swim into the nest of the heart.
I'm so intoxicated,
Like your smile,
Indulge in exotic tours.
Such as the fragrance of water lotus and lotus:
Blow gently
The body of a young girl.
It's like a gust of fresh wind
Faintly settled in the dream that can't wait.
Abyss
It's like a huge abyss
I fell in it
Like a child in the dark
I can't tell the way. Messy world
Thou hast thou feared and terror,
Sail with a desire.
That high-spirited child
Where did the Son go?
Lord, my heart bleeds.
The moment when you fantasize about killing yourself
But in the darkness there was more than death
Deeper Understanding:
To be alive, only to be alive
in order to curb all suffering-
Your gaze from the sky
Pour into the depths of this abyss, silver light,
Tear open the lips of the darkness concocted shamelessly.
At that dawn of salvation
The child's fundus,
Flowing with deep affection that is deeper than the sea!
Autumn Night
Misfortune on earth
Falling on a face,
The pear tree also happens to fall
Reluctant tears.
Spider weave pregnant
Dreams, the heart of a young girl
Tighten a crimson rainbow!
The smoke dissipated,
The autumn wind brings out an inkstone
Dumb ink.
In the grass that refuses to wither,
God can't help but take it lightly
Shake gently.
At this moment, a soothing serenade is played by the violin
Woke up a round of confused moonlight,
Like a stunned gust of wind
The path to cowardice.
At night, I carry it alone
Muttering uneasy corpses,
The deaf and dumb man who hurts the Buddha and sends it to Tiancong,
Against the tired air
Silent thoughts.
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.