Poems on tile-watching knives:
Poetry carries the Tao, but also realizes it. Poetry is the true voice of life played by the soul plucking the strings of language; It was the poet who found his own code and password.
Masterpiece (10 short poem):
sometimes
Sometimes, when I wake up,
I see myself as a piece of luggage waiting to be sent.
Head, body, limbs
Tie together
I also saw a seal on my mouth.
It says impressively-
Net weight: 90kg
Be careful when you fall, don't turn it upside down.
Destination: unknown
Recipient: unknown
Usage: unknown
Two trees
There is no room for two trees in the narrow yard.
A poplar tree and a ginkgo tree.
They turn green together and spit green together.
Often for a piece of sunshine, tit for tat.
When I decided to move one of them
When I dug up a small piece of hard soil
When I found out the root of their stunting,
Twisted tightly together
Oh-these two seemingly irreconcilable trees.
What a couple in this yard.
Under the hard soil of life, it has long been
Secret reconciliation
A desolate river
I always believe that there will be a person.
Take this river out of my arms.
I have to jump. It's like water.
Flowing to the lowlands of the world
A big river is getting tighter and tighter by me.
Until it becomes a trickle
How many waves are left in the rolling waves?
If the person I am waiting for doesn't come, I can't.
Let this desolate river go.
I won't talk to anyone.
Who am I guarding this residual moisture for?
if
If I hadn't witnessed it,
Clouds flowing in running water are diluted by half.
Can also return to heaven; Saw half a cloud.
The sorrow and joy of returning to heaven with blood.
Witnessed the despair of the sky parallel to the river.
I don't believe in this world.
Still hiding such great sadness.
He said, not pointing to his chest:
You see, my sadness is like a reed by the water.
Lush, slender and straight.
Domestic lizard
"Since this life is destined to practice on the wall.
Never envy the hotbed of mankind. "
-This is the pledge of gecko.
In fact, its heart is infinitely lonely.
Loneliness makes people want to cry at the sight.
I can only watch it at night,
Its bright eyes are full of melancholy.
It is afraid of light, even during the day.
I also drew thick curtains.
I guess it must understand my kindness,
But I can't get over it.
After so many years, I obviously dragged a long tail.
But you never flatter me!
chi-pao
There is nothing but naked.
Dare to tell the truth to the master than cheongsam.
It's no exaggeration for a woman.
An undisguised description is intuitive and objective.
It once praised her metaphysical breasts.
And quietly criticized her self-indulgent ass.
Now the wind blows the leaves yellow and the jade dew is cool.
I have never seen this cheongsam again.
Must be hung in the deepest part of the wardrobe.
There must be a dazzling array of clothes in the closet.
Triple Door
I also installed three doors in my heart.
The first one is open.
My relatives, benefactors, enemies
A familiar person, a stranger
In and out, in and out
The second door is closed.
People who know me, knock knock Ring.
Only people who are spoiled by me push the door straight in.
The innermost is a security door, which is covered with dust.
It can only be opened once in a lifetime.
So far, I haven't found the key.
thought reading
The blue sky is like the rain last night.
The wind that broke through the window, the Dojo is not above the sky.
It planted stones in my bulging chest.
Support birds and animals; Where it collapsed.
Captive seawater, cultured fish
My open and flat hinterland is covered with green trees.
Best for dreaming, but dreaming of animals going down the mountain and fish coming ashore.
He is proficient in mind reading and knows that I dare not turn over.
I am afraid that my frustration will be exposed when I lie on my body.
It opened a huge drawer and gave me sunshine and rain.
Praise me as a natural fan and encourage me.
Make friends with the opposition in the world and fight against each other.
When it makes me bow to my knees, call it heaven.
I only see emptiness in its wide sleeves.
It is empty. I didn't flinch.
Or unconsciously shout: empty.
I'm in no hurry to go sailing.
As a river, I am in no hurry to go to the sea.
I cut off the tap water myself, and I bent over.
Avoid the steepness of the earth; keep away from
A trap tailored for me at the right time and place.
Don't go to the seaside, my transparent heart.
It won't turn blue and salty.
The wind dances lightly, cloud flying, these beautiful things.
Don't worry. Go through my body.
They looked back together, pointing to my back:
Look, a pool of stagnant water.
I always use ripples to express my gratitude.
Hands took the trembling name.
Secular heart
In fact, everyone has a bow in his hand.
You can see that in this world
Arrows fly very low, looking for their bull's-eye.
There are more arrows, and their whereabouts are unknown
Desire hangs over the night like a lizard falling into the bottom of the abyss.
Stick to the cliff, crawl or look around.
Night wind, stumbling, catching and killing.
Water lilies didn't sleep, burying loneliness in the sound of time.
Through the lights, smoking