The aesthetic | of youth | the emotional | is short
Poetry | Wait for the fragrance
Author | Li ming
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It was as if I had been asleep for a century
But the blood didn't go cold
Fight that last shred
Weak breathing
Wake up
Experience painful struggles
In order to face it bravely
Residual snow that has not yet melted in early spring
The fiery flames of the city
It fills every corner
Smog
The familiarity of everything suddenly came strange
The dust did not hold back
Buds of spring flowers
Wait, wait for the fleeting
Awakening
Let it stir
I have lost my passion
Tired of the deep ashes
lonesome
Light, I need light
Even in the snow
A snowflake reflects the light
I'm going to use it to illuminate too
This cold and lonely city
I did my best
Draw a bowl of clear springs
Sprinkle on this careful street
Give it joy and make it rhythmic
This spring
I'm going to sow the seeds seriously
Let the earth be dyed green
Green, give me the desire to live
After a spring rain
Nurture new vitality
With a cry
Awaken the entire universe
This season
We pray for rain together
Every raindrop
It's all reincarnation in past lives and this life
That glimpse of the goose is yellow and green
They are all inseparable in this life
Love
Warbler a dream
It's peach and plum spring again
About the Author:
Li Ming, the third elder of Nangong, is a native of MinXian County, Gansu. Oil Ronin. Poetry and wine love is the pursuit, for people Geng is the true color, Kuangfu justice is the original heart, sword feelings in the cup of things, a world of pride and love at will ~ drifting!