The big bird's wings beat against the temple clock.
Flaming flowers are reflected in the air.
Noble people stand on the top of the mountain.
Everything is quiet and free.
Walking on a path covered with yellow flowers and dead branches
Thoughts whizzed by
Singing with wine at night.
I can't swing my pen.
On such a night
Such a street
such person
Modern poetry is published in the evening.
Text/Gu Huiyong
You know, the night won't forgive.
People who go to bed early.
The fading night
People hiding in the dawn
At midnight, the moon is full of eyes.
Queue through the lush years
Cann't be a man
Do not be a plant.
Come out of a person's body
Go back to the factory
You see, those ideas are so stable.
Only believe in reincarnation
Criticism is a vase.
You can insert many good reasons.
Decorative emptiness
And immeasurably shallow.
But nothing is better than night.
Sleep at night.
Or roam the world.
It is redemption beyond punishment.
Tired people will enter dreams.
The north wind kissed the silent street.
My heart, the sound of the wind
Blow a sandstorm
Stay in the comfortable window
You are a star.
You are a mountain range.
You are the earth.
In fact, you are the night.
When I am sad and lost
Sit by the window
I confide in you all these years of lovesickness and love.
year after year
Later, I became a pile of old newspapers.
Those famous love poems
Abandoned on a lonely and cold night.
Words and the words above
In fact, it is a lifetime.