The first love of a snow was rejected.
The flame in the palm burns into wintersweet.
Some things can't be hidden and cried out loudly.
65438+ February snowflakes on the calendar cover the door.
Cross over and become a swallow.
Sometimes, being caught is happy.
The bug is in love.
At this level, bite a half-life gourd.
Take off this cold wolf skin.
I don't go to the early dynasty, I don't occupy Liangshan.
Only do wine bandits drink ten thousand mu of water.
time
I didn't know it was late autumn until I saw Furong.
What can I get you?
You have to catch the first snowflake falling in Beijing this winter.
If you open it,
You can hear my heart pounding.
The flower smile is for everyone.
Every dimple is particularly enchanting.
Magpies sing the same song.
Then fold a box of time for you.
Snowflakes are falling in the yard.
Watching them die one by one, until their tears blurred.
Xing Yu Fei yang
Piece by piece, apricot rain is flying.
Every time you throw a piece, there is a heartbreaking wait.
In late autumn, it must be grinding its teeth against time.
Take a bite, knock out one, and yellow one.
Just worry once.
Such an ecstatic wait, ecstatic hope
Until, the troubles burst.
No one picks up those thoughts that never close their eyes.
No one wants to disturb the endless sex and rain.
In the morning, a bird flies lightly.
Yus
It rained and snowed in the south of the Yangtze River.
I see the water in Jiangbei, and I'm all wet.
My feet in Jiangbei are wet.
I lost my mind in Jiangnan and got wet.
I know, my lost rain is in your brilliant dimple.
You "sloped"
You will fly out a group of bright azaleas.
Rhododendron knows the route and wakes up in the spring breeze at night.
I heard the sound of the waves beating.
Chongqing
I occupied Chaotianmen, not Chongqing.
I don't want two ruthless black dragons.
I only long for a pot of warm red oil.
I occupied Chongqing, not you.
Good hemp, wonderful spicy.
The hairy belly on the tip of the tongue needs a fireball to burn.
I took you, not love.
Leaves are falling and the city is golden.
For transportation, every grain of grain is a passer-by.
I caught love, not possession.
The embrace of the Yangtze River and Jialing River belongs to Chaotianmen.
Don't come and go in a hurry.
executant
Dress up for a while in the laughter of others.
Screaming other people's screams.
Wear someone else's cry for a while.
The sorrow of others
A place grows in a theater.
It's called false feelings and sympathy
Spring bamboo shoots
direction
These trees were planted there by us.
Envy others for a lifetime.
You must forgive them for bowing to the wind.
You must forgive them for sticking to the rules at night.
When there is sunshine, the light falls.
No direction is their direction.
How nice it is to be a tree with no way out.
Don't worry about accidentally going the wrong way.
dune
The sandbar sent away the tide.
Send away the Millennium moonlight secretly crossed by the returnees on the river.
Another seemingly peaceful Tang Dynasty.
Bowing their heads, the shrubs in against the tide rose.
Fold yourself into a canoe under the turbulent current.
Steal time
In fact, plants are more adaptable than humans.
Tang style took Song Yun.
Straw sandals and empty cups were thrown everywhere.
Footprints are sprouted by the autumn wind, and truth and hypocrisy are reversed.
Face what you can see.
Actually, you don't need to scream like a spray.
You don't need to cling to the past like a reef.
Oh, why is smooth sand handed down from generation to generation?
Shiver with cold
An apricot leaf flies like a butterfly.
A piece of red maple girl's hope
Are locked in a small box.
I am the cruelest lang in this autumn.
I want to hear
Wings in the frame
How to get rid of the sadness of a place
I saw butterflies.
Sing against the autumn wind
They agonized outside the box for a long time.
I can't help shivering with pain.
(written) in black and white
The bite is white, and the blood is black.
The inedible grapes are sour, and the invisible colors are black.
The black girl's teeth are an exception, and the black heart is white.
Black is not the inversion of white, but the natural white when everything is dyed black.
hug
The fruit is hanging on the branch.
Just stay in the embrace of autumn
As I've been looking forward to all my life.
Even one foot.
take a false step
Empty or not.
For example, step on a bird.
Fly over and over again in astonishment.
catch
I cast a net.
In this autumn of desire.
catch
Gold luxury.
Some fruits haven't had time to blossom.
I can't help falling in love.
I am a person who gets up early and goes home in the dark.
The house is surrounded by walls, which are opaque.
Bang, bang, bang-a bird has lost its wings.
oil lamp
Rhododendron is a lamp lit in late autumn.
I'll come gently
Look at it crying blood.
Miss Picker, the pomegranate withered into a wax figure and hung on the branch.
It embraces fire.
Face the road, smile and bow your head.
Some tears are not suitable for drinking.
Some ideas are not suitable for opening.
Bleak and desolate
Weeds spread in the direction of kitchen smoke.
There is no way out in my hometown.
Trembling soil.
Squeezed together, it becomes a stiff stone.
Some people left, others hid in the stone tablet.
Barrenness is the most lush crop.
steamed bread
Spread out, roll out and cut into small pieces
A mass of noodles was rubbed around at will.
Finally, after high temperature
Get fat in the face.
Also a nice name: steamed bread.
The streets are full of early risers.
Get fat in the face.
Chewing other people's sadness with relish.
Glowing person
We walked on the ridge with lights.
Illuminate others
Others are singing magpie songs.
The magpie's heart is bright and sings along with it.
One song after another grows in the field.
The night is flying.
The past is like a bright rice.
kiln
I am a sleeping sun.
As long as you get close, you will be shy.
What do you want to embrace with your outstretched hands?
The magpie on the branch can really talk.
It sees the secret in your palm bloom like a flower.
In this case,
It is easier to hide in a sleeping fire than to be remembered.
Never forget once, never forget for life.
Dafang xiaozui
Milk squeezed from red sorghum
Just flooded the door eyebrow of the roast wine workshop.
Master just took off her upper body in the moonlight.
I only took a sip.
be bright in the eye
Unconscious spring and autumn
2
The dry well in Xiaoshan Square
There is still a cry for help.
The hooves of the Millennium Station ran by.
The well was not drowned.
The waterwheel is still creaking.
A hemp rope is tied tightly.
Sunset in the late Qing Dynasty and
A robber who robbed the road.
three
Colored forests do not produce forests.
Made a cement table and stool called loneliness.
Goldfish don't grow in artificial ponds.
And no barbed bait.
A mushroom-shaped stone mill grew.
The water trickled down.
Such as the gentle cry of the village girl.
four
99 Fushou Street, turn around again.
Eighty-year-old Chen Zhu Bian gave himself a perfect score.
A bamboo hat, a bamboo hat and a pot cover.
He took them out of the bamboo.
Everything is full except a few words of air leakage.
The hat is for the head.
The lid must cover the cooked duck.
Yi sheng Qing Gao Zhu
Was pulled out with a knife.
Take out a toy high above the ground.
Xu Shu
He is a member of Chongqing Writers Association, vice chairman of Shaqu Writers Association and vice chairman of China Prose Writers Association. He is currently the deputy editor-in-chief of Chongqing Daily Newspaper Group. For his works, see Poetry Magazine, Stars, Poetry Tide, Poetry Forest, Green Wind, Works, Prose Poems and Young Writers. Selected in China Poetry Ranking and Selected Reading of China Powerful Poets.