Dead leaf life
The bell is leaking
一枚wither叶悬着
The vicissitudes of life that cannot be survived in the world
Will be last stunning
Swaying into a moving style
Present it to the world
Ubiquitous on dead leaves
The last hint of warmth
It's like the best
Buddha is like a top
Enlighten the heart
This last glimmer of light
The process of extinction
It is the process of calming the mind
There is only inner clarity
with calm quiet
will contain the earthly world
Such a strong helplessness
In the infinite vastness
can afford the fireworks in the world
In the days of silence
Sow warm hope
幽深若魂
Mean wind
Whizzing by
Every point of the trees is thin
The sky is a little bigger
In the lonely sky
All-encompassing blue
Silent and deep
Tossing and turning on the branches
Until the clouds rise
Until the wind breathes
Until three points into the wood
Until the hidden stars
重回怀抱
Run out of time
Like a pilgrim who kowtows
Bow down again and again
Again and again it is lower than the red dust
Again and again religious
Approaching fate again and again
Just to wake up
The soul of the heart
In the void
Become a discerning god
All things are the same
A bitter wind
Abruptly
Honeysuckle remnants of the fruit pedicle
Still as bright as a flower
Reed flowers
I have chosen all the cold branches
Find a moment of peace
The world is like a rock
In a flash, it was like a flying flight
If you freeze frame
Take life in stride
Take a moment
Enjoy a moment of tranquility
It's happiness
Flashback days
Weak and windless
Fragile life
tremble with fear
Stand
The shattering of the years
I can't
Get a new lease of life
Rare
The Storm Meets
A heartfelt smile
to be able to be with the light
All things are the same
The taste of bleakness
One slipped into December
Time is a little embarrassing
A breath of air
It's full of gloomy smell
Such as childhood memories
There is a little bit of suffering
Astringent sweetness
Drying reeds
Chilled by a lake
Drained the last of the warmth
Still wobbly
Supporting the vicissitudes of life
It's like the entrance of the village in my hometown
The watchful mother
Even if the oil runs out and the lamp is dry
Still looking firmly
It seems to be full of eyes
The cold wave is green
It's all lonely duck love
The soft waves of a lake
It's all spring floods
Heavy snowfall season
Heavy snowfall season
Four fields of frost color
Braving the thick cold fog
Dock in winter
Like a tree holding up the sky
Let the hometown be in the vastness
More and more calm
Like a grass locked
Swinging warmth
Let the mind become lighter and lighter
Like a shout raised by a gust of wind
Speak in a thick country accent
Woke up with too many wishes
Vivid on the long journey
It's more like a group of children
Adopted magpies
Waiting for the sun on the branches
Tumbling up
The vicissitudes of this half of a lifetime
and a trip all the way to the dust
Everything in the past
The pain froze
Let the prosperity fall
I embrace the spring breeze in my arms
Like a poem that grows wings
Winter sun
Like a seed
One slides into the lake
It will give birth to sparkling waves
Bloom the warmest memories
All the ripples
It's all the secret of the mallard
is singing irrepressibly
A wind bone with a stalk and a residual lotus
The softest part begins to flow
Flashing a little bit of golden
Burn a lake
Pyrotechnic splendor
Even if you sit idly in the face of the wind and frost
I still feel that the world is worth it
Warm morning sun
Rising from among the treetops
Shake off the darkness and mud
With sincerity and love
Mending the broken times
Let the days be as good as ever
Once again, it becomes a yearning
Let the world be expected
Carry all the dreams
Like a poem that grows wings
The world is far-reaching
The frost washed the sky
So many white clouds
Retreat and retreat
Giving way to the infinite vastness
So much deep blue
Wave after wave
Pour in
As if to squeeze out
The insignificance of the heart
Plain as watery days
There is always a combination of rigidity and softness
Like a mighty reed
One after another
Wait for everything to be quiet
Only then can you see the lofty
Hear the proverbs clearly
I was convinced of a heavy snowfall
Hidden desires
Eventually, they will fall
The earth is frank
The world is more profound
Foggy
Foggy
Stopped the whimper of the wind
Heavy haze
It's like the sky is lowering
Obscuring the distance
Birdsong wet with fog
A cry of tears
Woke up the vastness
One piece
Stepping on fine droplets
Came to an end
Frost-like solidified attachment
Secluded in the world
Everything is too peaceful
Only one great river wakes up
Like a metaphor for the years
Full of ethereal
Life is so much not simple
We only try to do as much as possible
Keep the mind simple
Coming and the fog of confusion
There are always too many days when you can't stand the wind
The frost is as white as snow
The chill of the branches
Ignite the gloom
Trivial time
It rippled like a mist
Some became memories
Falling leaves into the soil for peace
Some are still flying
In the earthly world
Lost
There are always too many days
Can't stand the wind
You can't get lost
It can only be in
Lost and perished
The growing emptiness
It can be so inclusive
Every kind of goodbye
will leave comfort
Every kind of blank
can sow hope
Compete with the mundane days
Against the howling cold wind
Compete with the mundane days
It must have a tree-like backbone
Withstood all the hardships of headwinds
You must also have a heart like a lake
Send away the sorrow of the smooth sailing
Hold on to a terrible birdsong
Stop the incoming snowfall
Talk to clumps of weeds
A bitter past
Fight side by side with a grain of red dust
Lock up the vicissitudes of the world
In the earthly world of fireworks, neither humble nor arrogant
Kill and love each other with all the roads
towards the dream in your heart
Invincible
Author: Fan Futang, a native of Zhengzhou City, Henan Province, a registered poet of China Poetry Network, and a columnist of the Reading Sleep Poetry Society. Adhering to the concept of pursuing harmony between man and nature, pursuing peace and happiness of the soul, enjoy a poetic life in the ocean of poetry. He has published more than 1,000 poems in journals and micro-magazines such as "Feitian", "Poetry Monthly", "Poetry Magazine", "Today's Headlines", "Chinese Poets", and "Henan Poets".