Mistaken into the depths of lotus root
Author: Lei Fang
Blue is the bridge of four lotus shadows in the three-minute moonlight.
It turned out to be the scattered boat pavilion in the blue dress of Dao.
Stumbling forward
A moonlight in the middle of the lake.
Meditate into lotus seeds.
Warm the pain in the deep pool with the phosphorus fire of bones.
The breath of a lifetime is condensed into a posture.
How drunk are people who get lost at midnight?
Vows of eternal love, rivers, lakes and seas. Cry or sing?
All the bones and muscles were blown away by the Dutch wind.
Be committed to life and death with water lilies
Never to be taken away again.
There are only two lotus flowers.
This is embroidery in a shallow dream after midnight.
suffer from insomnia
Author: Cang Kejia
A living ship.
Are moored in the harbor of sleep
The wind from the sea at night is old and dead.
Snoring microwave is breathing quietly.
Only I have been falling on the waves at night.
The storm surged on the canvas.
Heart, cannot break down.
The rope of thought is getting longer and longer.
His phone
Author: Rao Mengkan
Once I was in the poplar forest,
Hear the kind call;
Looking at Weng Zhong in the moonlight,
Weng Zhong is looking at me.
No more phone calls,
I was taken aback,
Look around-Weng Zhong lost in the moonlight,
Moonlight only sneers at me.