Author: Wen Yiduo
This is a stagnant pool, and the breeze can't move at all.
Why not throw more rubbish and throw out the leftovers?
Maybe copper should be green to emerald, and a few petals of peach blossoms should be embroidered on the tin can;
In order to make greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi, mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine, full of pearl-like foam;
The laughter of the little bead turned into a big bead, and it was bitten by the flower mosquito who stole the wine.
Then a ditch of desperate stagnant water can be praised as somewhat clear.
If the frog can't stand loneliness, it is stagnant water calling for a song.
This is a backwater of despair, which is definitely not the beauty.
It is better to let ugliness cultivate and see what world he has created.
2. At the water's edge
Author: Cai Tianxin
When dusk comes, like a hundred thousand western Western jackdaw,
Flying on the lake, the temperature drops,
To the nearby mountains, like a sunset.
Disappeared in the bushes.
I sing alone by the water.
Slap the water with your tongue and splash the waves.
Until the stars appeared, in the lyrics, I burst into tears.
3. The new life of water
Author: Yu
When it just melted from the glacier,
I am fascinated by freedom, although I am the son of Dashan.
But to the sea, because the sea is-the immortality of water.
A big river flows happily!
The company commander can't see the source of its loneliness every day, no matter whether it is a rainy cloud in sight tomorrow.
It's still the whistling sea breeze. Today's waves show off their ownership with jumping Pentium.
4. "I'm on this side of the sea"
Author: Tong Wei
You can talk about "black" across the table and the sea.
I walk on this side of the clock. We don't have a church of God.
I lost a pair of feet immersed in seawater.
Drink a ray of sunshine, as God is my witness, who can live better,
A herd of golden wild horses passed through every house in the light belt.
I looked out of the broken wall and there was no driver. Let's drink to their dusty servants.
The table grows with the body and the dead hand is writing hard.
Pink mushrooms grow on the cemetery like noses. Well, God only rings the bell once.
Twelve months, only the sea water passes through the breakwater, twelve months, shotguns and caves in our bodies,
The sea is the mother of a brilliant eloper, and we will always stand in front of her.
The bell seems to come from the bottom of the sea, looking out from the towering window of the coast in December.
A row of blackheads wandered around, knowing what it was like to be blind.
5. Underwater sound
Author: love
The moon that rose from my eyes suddenly fell on yours.
Palm, you just have to fold it into a boat and let it drift to the end of the underwater sound.
We lay on the grass, our hair wet,
Rushing to your forehead, I finally found that you were holding a rusty key tightly.
You ask: Is lying on the grass like a star map fished out of a well?
The nose is a big dipper, and Sirius should be a mole on your lips.
At this time, you suddenly sat up, pointed to a lamp in the distance and said, that was my childhood.
Anyway, I can't hear anything clearly.
Beneath your skin, there is an evening tide. We quickly rowed the boat out of the body and left the sound of water at the end.
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