A few poems (by Du Ming)
August.
-Record 20 14, the year of disaster.
The cloud looks at you and scolds you.
Like a naughty child.
Smudge the sky forest on the textbook.
And the brink of impending rebellion.
On a dead night, I
We all fell asleep peacefully.
"You'll never know the truth."
The news came from the dark wind.
Left it on the road to the city.
And the roof. Car horn goes out
Tell me honestly.
We all died peacefully.
Why! ? Why on earth is this?
Why is August as cold as ice?
Why do you feel depressed at dusk?
Why ... What the hell is this?
"You'll never know the truth" me
We all died in joy.
◎ five-color flower
You are in a dream.
A starry night sky
Full of wilderness
Quiet forest in the morning
Cold dew breeze
"Thank you, really."
Green grass is delicious.
Colorful dreams
Every breath
Never in a hurry
Oh, five-color flowers
Black and white, red, green and blue.
If the noise comes
I'll listen.
Your singing in full bloom
In the morning
Gently, gently
You be careful
Break the eaves of a window
From here to here.
When the cold wind leaves, it is sad and quiet.
Oh, I woke up.
Crisp is the string of rain.
What is cold is the hunger and cold of rain.
Let's remember.
Roads, cypresses, restaurants
Then the sky brightened.
A group of dead people came back to life.
Disappear in the fog
Write a memory.
The sealed letter was covered with dust.
The rain is quiet.
I walked into the street and sat under the street lamp.
Browse through those vague meanings
Think from twelve angles
Where the evening breeze goes.
If it weren't for the hidden window of orange blossom fragrance
This dream lingered for a long time. ...
February, I dreamed for a long time.
Orange trees blossom alone in Shan Ye.
In another place
In a lonely and long alley
When we are far away, we no longer remember.
The story of burning in flames
Talking and laughing with a group of dwarfs.
A purely crazy childhood
Honey, honey. love
Let lightning split my rotten heart.
Thousands of sins, thousands of blades
The divided dusk cremates the sky.
I say to you without mercy:
Chun knows. The distance between autumn and summer
The valley echoed everywhere.
Pull longer and longer.
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