Snowy night
Snow, piece by piece.
fail
Blood, drop by drop
fail
It is snowing heavily here.
And has a fishy and sweet smell.
On this beautiful snowy night
Fade slowly
The night is beautiful.
The snowy night is beautiful.
On my romantic night.
I slowly kill time.
The light from the stove under the closet warmed the whole room.
Lack of action cannot warm people's cold hearts.
In this world of ice and snow
The human body can be warm.
A gap in the night
Trying to find it in the gap of the night.
I always think
Stars are broken light.
Neon is the feeling of falling in the night sky.
I don't know why I'm haggard
I always thought that night was happy.
Maybe only you know.
Night is the helpless compromise of sunshine.
I wander on the edge of the night
Feel the blessing from a small window
Soft orange is light.
Like a pair of staring eyes
Maybe there are no legends in the dark.
But night can render romance.
in the dark
Loneliness can be a magnified illusion.
A sweet singing voice.
It is a relief of the rhythm flowing in the dark.
Because it can't be changed
Wait quietly in the dark
Even the best greeting when it's dark.
endless night
It's like being alone at night.
Listen to the song you sang for me.
Write a poem for you
Write down my endless feelings and let the wind blow for a long time.
Turn into tears and float away in your sight.
It's like being alone at night.
Turn it on, the orange light by the bed.
In the soft light, I read my heart for you.
Let you see, there are scars left by you everywhere.
It's like being alone at night.
Make a cup of espresso.
The faint fragrance filled my loneliness.
Let go of my thoughts and miss you quietly.
I really want to become a grain of sand.
The wind blows into your eyes.
Makes you cry, so
You think of me, moth in the fire.
Rivers in the night
Night arrival,
The earth sleeps,
Only the waking river,
Think about this with novel eyes.
Classical music and fashionable neighing—
Who would have thought that under this ancient river,
There are many stories buried:
This is the hammer stone that grandma used all her life.
That's grandpa's gold sieve. Every hole is "empty".
There is also a mill for Chinese medicine shops.
How much health and life are trampled under your feet.
The strangest thing is the embroidery needle that grandma fell into the river.
How many embroidered clothes, how many young girls,
Do you remember this rusty needle for many years?
The river rose slightly,
Observing the coast, happiness and sadness:
Traffic, bustling,
Full of beautiful things, beaming.
The old janitor looked up through the window,
Idle children are loitering in the street.
Behind the string of red lanterns,
Deep paths, cold alleys,
Is copying a deal that betrays humanity,
And the talons that blacken people's hearts.
The river is sometimes quiet and gentle, savoring the birds and flowers,
The river sometimes surges on the shore and anger is vented.
Thousands of years, how many joys and sorrows have been recorded.
The river flows day and night, but not a drop of water can be repeated.
They put everything into the Yangtze River and the sea.
Let the sea judge the unknown strangeness here.
The man in the dark
Give busy steps during the day, and the night belongs to the sober soul.
-inscription
At night
Put on a cigarette
As an infatuated lover
And a glass of hard liquor.
And a cup of coffee.
At night
open the window
Present the charm of April
The loneliness of a depressed person
The soul of lonely imagination
At night
Any lamp
Tired to a rainy morning.
Fortunately, in this paradise.
Listen quietly to the sound of flowers blooming and falling.
Days are like water
Gurgling through dense cigarettes.
Or the bitterness of coffee?
Or is it a rich and mellow spirit?
Quietly stop at this night
Indulge in endless loneliness
Surround a person layer by layer
And then simply
Kiss with this blurred night
And then simply
Put your soul into this poem.
Lying in a flat and even impression.
A lamp is on alone.
Spent yesterday's dusk
Light up the rainy morning.
A pair of hands and eyes.
Stubbornly unwilling to sleep
Accompanied by cigarettes
Accompanied by the soul
With a cup of espresso.
Accompanied by a man whose thoughts are already hot
In the unknown heaven
Pour out your heart in the drizzle at night
Moisten the poetic buds in my heart.