Time quietly reached out and inadvertently,
Stole my warmth.
You step on the back of the sunset,
It has been burning in my heart,
Burn out a black spot that can't heal.
The moon betrayed the sun,
But it fills the gap in the night.
When you are loaded with a boat full of splendor,
In my dream, through my forehead?
The first draft April 25, 2022
You don't know many stories,
But before going to bed, he told me one story after another.
Repelled countless, the night.
You don't have much free time,
Standing on the loess, waving a hoe,
Be busy in the sun;
But at night, sitting in the yard with me,
Look at the stars, listen to the cicadas and see the mountains.
You don't have much,
Life is not comfortable,
But it gave me a warm childhood.
Later, time betrayed me,
Turn your back into a black spot,
I know, but my steps are too slow.
Now, I'm running as hard as I can,
To capture the rest of the time.
Grandpa, please look back again.
You protect grown-up children,
She was already in tears.
The first draft of 2022.05.09
In recent years, the inspiration for writing poetry has been much less, and I have rarely written, and I have been slack. In order not to be derailed from poetry, I want to practice writing through keywords and exercise my writing ability. Please feel free to comment and provide 4-7 keywords in the comment area to save my poor imagination. If other simple friends also have corresponding works, they can also attach them to the comment area. If I feel * * * about my work, I will also give some shells to encourage each other. Of course, it would be better if some targeted suggestions could be put forward. Here, Lan Zhi thanks everyone.