Poetry about echo

The first outstretched hand

Run to the bullet like a hound.

Disappear into the vegetation

Didn't catch it

The injured rabbit hiding in the cave.

Inadvertently/unintentionally

A mouthful of gravel and rotten grass.

like a drowned mouse

The foot you stepped out for the first time.

Jump like a rabbit

Didn't step on it

Plant withering

A path inadvertently exposed by the mountain forest

Like a tree

Unlike other trees,

There is a big difference.

We can't learn from so many trees.

Identify and find it

The first sound.

Like a kite

Under the gloomy sky

hang about

It wants to be higher.

It wants to be lower.

Without oppression and exploitation.

It is dead.

No rule, no slavery.

It can't grow

The first thought

In your mind.

Like a rootless duckweed

Drift there

Have a home.

Where to swim?

Where is home?

Echo poem 2

Hey, a smile

Charming March season

I left before you came.

No one can make it happen again.

Just give you scattered scenes from old movies.

Let you send Spring Festival couplets to the old yard

You take the pottery out of the water.

Chen Fang's usual thinking

Told me to make the rumor awkward and harmonious.

Help people who dream of committing crimes.

Reading at night, walking into the valley of Zen virtual ghosts

Talk to Liu Lan

I only brought some rain.

person who is strong and capable

Remember the lyrics opposite?

The eyes of southern exiles

Self-control to satisfy

People who need to smile

A mature local accent

You put the north in the south.

Expected rainy season

Carve the appearance of missing repeatedly

There are gliding birds in the sky.

The pond rippled with frogs' cries of pain.

You always use parallel eyes.

Travel in silence

Always talking about the reverie of the south

There is a color of late osmanthus without chill.

But I always miss the branches in my hometown.

Is it already crowded with green words?

Fog and rain pass through the heart.

You strip off the unfinished words

Fill your mobile phone with local accent.

Passing strangers in mature reality.

On the repetition of dialects from a cup of tea

But I can't taste the original appearance.

You are tired of missing.

A tree passed by your door.

Find the landing butterfly.

You put the corridor in the letter.

There is a glass of red wine sitting opposite.

The room echoed.

A chilling voice

The land is far away and there is happiness.

Zi Yuan jujube tree

We should leave our last hope behind.

The flowers you put in the bottle are still in full bloom.

The rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River is full of your diaries.

But I can't see the sunshine talking to the moon.

Today, you put tired prosperity.

Put a smile on the window.

For the children brought by mothers.

Guarding a sick street

Echo from Yang Shulin

Hit you all night again.

Talk when it starts to melt.

Enter the next page of prophecy from the front of the night

Faced with arrogance from all sides

You taught our school how to align fingers.

Proofread the light and cold of birth

Seek relief for the injured 20xx.

We have similar shadows.

Walk back and forth in a straight line

Crush the floor and sit in the dark.

No one has the confidence to follow.

The wind in blowing in the wind

I promise you to put the sunrise and sunset process

Omit cleaning and cloudy time.

In the backyard for you to look north.

Prepare some apples and crops.

Let the melting dream speak

Grow clothes again