you
look at me for a while
look at the clouds for a while
I think
you look at me far away
you look at the clouds very close
there is a slight hope
I'm stuck with countless pebbles that can't hatch
blue rivers and streams. Eyes
but I use them to look for light
rainy
cloudy and gray
I can't wash them clean any more
We open our umbrellas
We simply blacken the sky
There are two pairs of binary stars
There seems to be no fixed orbit
It's just far away and near ...
Bubbles. P > Hold fast to the gradually blurred you
in vain to bring the bubble
back to the real land
Feeling
The sky is gray
The road is gray
The building is gray
The rain is gray
Two children
One is bright red
One is in the ashes. The extended contact wire
the back raised by the shrinking waves
Alleys
Alleys
are curved and long
There are no doors
No windows
I took an old key
and knocked on the thick wall
to avoid
crossing the standing rocks
Me < Tan
questioned the eternal question
but didn't say a word
Case
Night
Like groups of masked men
quietly approached
and then walked away
I lost my dream
There was only the smallest penny left in my pocket
"I was robbed" < p
"Ten years and a hundred years apart!"
"thousands of miles away from Wan Li!"
Suddenly you smile mischievously,
revealing your true age.
"I forgot one sentence."
"Well, I must have forgotten one sentence."
We never thought that
the sun has quietly rested.
blink of an eye in that wrong era, I had such an "illusion".
I firmly believe that
I keep my eyes open
the rainbow
swims in the fountain
I look at the pedestrians gently
I blink-
It becomes a snake shadow
The clock
perches in the church
quietly nibbles at the hour
I blink- > In order to firmly believe that
my eyes are wide open
Fantasia of life
I put my visions and dreams
in a long and narrow shell
The willow-woven canopy
still twirls around Xia Chan's long bell
Tightening the mast rope
The wind blows the sails of the morning fog
I set sail
Without a purpose < > step by step
I walked the 12-hour journey
I was pushed by the wind
eastward and westward
The sun disappeared in the twilight
Night came
I sailed into the harbor of the Milky Way
Thousands of stars looked at me
I left
the new moon-the anchor of gold
It was twilight. P > Weave a cradle with golden wheat straw
Put my inspiration and heart
Button wheels
Let time drag
Greet the world
Wheels roll across the grass between thyme and wild chrysanthemum
Crickets welcome me
Shake the strings
. Close your eyes
the world has nothing to do with me
the horse of time
is tired
the yellow-tailed bird
makes a nest in my car
I still have to walk around the world-
the desert, Forests and remote corners
The sun is baking the earth
Like baking a piece of bread
I am walking
barefoot
I have printed my footprints all over the earth
The world has melted into my life
I want to sing
a human song
after thousands of years. Ming
Early summer
Dark clouds are getting thinner
I jump out of the round window of the moon
I jump over pieces of beautiful and quiet water
I go back to the village
On the fresh mud wall
Grass begins to grow
Every wooden door
is new
It is as clean as acacia flowers
. P > put it in a pair of knockers
make the beginning of all the stories
full of fragrance and surprise
the morning is approaching
climb the tree quickly
I take off my straw hat
take off my habit sheath
and become a
light green cicada
Yes, I'm going to call
the cock is getting old
and its feathers are drooping
All the little girls who get up early
will go to the fields
to pick the
red cherries left by spring
and smile
to take photos
The sunshine
flashes in the sky
and is covered by dark clouds
washed by heavy rain. It has become a relief
and a variety of stories
Today is like a demon
Tomorrow is the moment when the angel
ends
-
The collapse has stopped
The giant's head is high on the river
The sailing boat with filial piety
slowly passes by
The dark yellow shroud is unfolded
How many beautiful. P > After the rain
After the rain
A watery plain
A silence
Thousands of insect wings no longer vibrate
On the swollen land of Portulaca oleracea
The water louse chased the trembling waves
petals, moist red and light blue
and fell in love with the broken branches
.
No, it's nothing
Nothing, because
It's like falling flowers in water
It's like dew on flowers ...
Only shadows can understand
Only wind energy can understand
Only colorful butterflies
startled by sighs are still flying in the hearts of flowers ...
My canoe
wind, wind of fate,
emotional waves,
please swallow me up,
or send me back to the other shore,
even a dream,
even a dream ...
I'm looking forward to it,
a quiet harbor;
I'm looking forward to that,
golden beach;
I'm looking forward to that-
the girl on the shore
meeting her,
meeting her,
meeting her!
(2)
My canoe,
without rudder and rope,
floating in the world,
floating in the world,
without rudder and rope.
wind, wind of fate,
emotional waves,
please bury me,
or send me home,
even fragments,
even fragments ...
I'm missing it,
the beautiful trestle;
I miss it,
the tearful lamp;
I'm thinking about it-
Mother under the lamp
Good night,
Good night,
Good night!
I am a small town
my heart,
a city,
the smallest city.
there is no messy market,
there are not many residents,
it's deserted,
it's deserted.
There is only a fallen leaf,
There is only a cluster of flowers,
It is also secretly hidden-
My childhood affection ...
My dream,
is a city,
is the smallest city.
There are no strict halls,
There are no sacred tombs,
It's quiet,
It's quiet.
There is only a mist,
There is only a breeze,
I am still quietly attached to the innocence of my childhood ...
Ah, I am a small town,
the smallest city,
I can only live for one person,
I can only live for one person,
the person of my dreams.
why not come?
Dedicate
I'll engrave your vows
Love
on a candle
See how it's
Drowned by tears
Burned out by heart
See how that last thought
Extinct
How it's blown away by the wind
Snowman
In front of your door.
The snowman didn't laugh
was silent
until the hot spring sun
melted it clean
Where was the person
Where was the heart
By the small pool of tears
There were only bees
dancing in the green
spinning on the green,
a small windmill in a trance,
.
Jin Bud flicked the string,
I sank in the vibrato,
I sank in the vibrato ...
Ah, the faint fragrance that touched my heart,
Ah, the aftermath of the spring sea,
Please laugh and let me cry,
for the coming life!
for the coming life!
Comfort
Green wild grapes
Yellow little moon
Mom is worried
How to make jam
I said:
No sugar
On the fence in the morning
There is a sweet
red sun
poetry
a hazy twilight.
remember that river?
She is so good at turning corners
Covering her eyes with small leaves
Then, without saying a word
We walked for a long time
but didn't ask where she came from
Finally, I only found
a lovely little lamp
taking a bath quietly in the river
Now, there are no flowers by the river
Only a path. Like a piece of cotton thread
drawn from a big snowball
a dark-skinned tree
was magically fixed on the snow
across the water in winter, and they didn't forget
to blame each other
for the water. It's still
singing songs that I don't understand when no one is around
She comes from a warm place
so she's not afraid of catching a cold
She breathes lightly
It's like grinding glass
She wants to draw on it
I can't draw
I'll just write letters in the snow
Write down everything you want to know < If it's not too late
the letter will melt
the newly sensible flower will steal it
and give it to the scary bumblebee
Then, the honey will be gone
Only a small lamp is left
Maybe, I shouldn't write
Maybe, I shouldn't write
I shouldn't speak with my eyes
I'm led a rough life
. Crawl on me
I will be decided by the world
I will be decided by the world
but I never decide the world
I try
as if I were just trying to tighten the rope
I shouldn't write
No, please don't read it
Keep it in the flame
Until the night comes
My heart loves it. Like a pure
wildfire, kissing all the grass
The grass is warm, at the end
There is an ice lake, and perch is asleep at the bottom of the lake
My heart loves the world
She has melted, like a frost flower
dissolved into my blood, and she
flows kindly from the ocean
. Paint her with my blood
. The lovely profile looks like
the beads of corn and stars are no longer shining
Some people are tired and turn their heads
Turn their heads. To enjoy an advertisement
My poem
My poem
has never been written on parchment
has never eroded
steles and bronzes
and has never
scratched a finger mark in a gloomy golden page
My poem
is just a wind
a clear wind < > on the green fields in the western suburbs, it is
constantly settling
as clean as Chun Xue
dissolving
chirping silence
snow, and using purity
refusing people to come
in the distance, a small group of birds are chirping
they are talking about their own affairs
about the method of storing grain.