Narrative poems about dreams

1. Narration of dreams

The valley forgot the running water.

Dashan forgot the forest.

Grassland forget cattle and sheep

Mo Tian forgot the crops.

I chase many pedestrians.

Follow the wind and let nature take its course.

Give the body to the city

Leave your soul to your motherland.

My blood vessels are empty.

The bone is empty.

Hair is hollow.

The stride is also empty.

Under the chaotic sky

Land after land.

Be forgotten

Forget being old and become yellow sand.

It's dawn and the stars are tired.

A diligent migratory bird

Let out a shrill scream.

Across the sky

2. To the leaves

The red face is full of sadness.

Apricot eyebrows tense

Sad for a fallen flower

Like withered leaves

Swaying in the morning breeze of Xiaba River

Leaves, the scenery of Li Xiang.

Can it melt the desolation of Gobi?

The strangeness of sealing the door

Can you activate my tired heart?

How many feelings can Lanxi flow?

Ye Ye, I want to build a house by the celery lake with you.

Build a bridge and guard a mountain.

Repair one side and explore another.

Light a lamp

Brew life

Leaves, in your days and mine.

No more strong winds.

No more yellow sand

There is no winter, and there is no heat.

Only spring in Lingnan.

Leave, after saying goodbye to you.

The night becomes heavy.

No day will be so boring.

Horizontally, Hengling is a ridge.

Looking vertically, Hengling is a mountain.

No day will be so boring.

Go to the distant clouds

The coming night

Blue curtains covered with starlight

This is a game of light and shadow.

It's an illusion that the sun left the world.

Yezi, I decided to camp in Hengling Village.

Reclaim land on lake nameless

Grow rice and vegetables

Look at the ducks floating.

Follow the fat goose with neat steps.

Those traps built by temptation

Has been filled with night

Any calculation in the world has nothing to do with me.

I only care about food and water.

Let the smoke from kitchen chimneys pervade the whole hengling.

Leaves, I also care about trees.

Pay attention to the growth of each leaf.

When autumn comes.

I can pick bloody leaves.

Weave a leaf ring that can remember the years