Modern Poetry of Water Birds 1
In the spiritual water town of Jiangnan
On the breathtaking sky
The gliding water bird
It’s from grandma’s memory when she was young
Swimming out of the crooked river
Flying into my sister’s crystal dream
Illuminating my sister's thoughtful heart
In waterfowl folk music
A sensible note
Like news of youth
Shocking Green in my sister’s colorful age
The shallow creek
The slender shore
The fairy tale water bird
Stick to the sweetness of my sister Walking along the willow bank
Waiting with my sister
Returning from the wind and rain
The boy with northern snow on his shoulders
Conversing to go far away The West
Dewy fragrant stories
Sitting on the pier in springtime
Waiting to ferry colorful longing country boats
That one Waterbirds
The purity of the water town
Nostalgic love in the moonlight and evening light
And the sound of flowing water on the small bridge
Weave into a beautiful pair The bow
Quietly tied in
The story of my sister’s youth
On the goose-yellow thoughts
The waterfowl in the Jiangnan water town
p>The honest spring arriving together
Escorting the nostalgia of my sister
Walking into the vast and flat land
Spring hinterland waterfowl modern poetry 2
Waterfowl flying in the soul
Evolution of Chevrolet partnership
Fighting for such a time and space
Language finally struggles in the desert
I want your confession to stand as a pole
The noble of the night
But I was shot by the shadow's gun
I don't know if my eyelashes are stained by the morning sun< /p>
But waiting here for Lu Bai
To a pure swan goose
To tell each other about the elegance of the setting moon
If it hadn’t been for this moment Penetration
There will be no mottled spots at that moment
Fighting madness
I have seen the inkstone left by the beacon fire
The wine glass of this life< /p>
I don’t even know where to sprinkle it
Wash away a lotus leaf in a snow suit for yourself
The final confession and transfer of real money
The white birch that fulfills my life
Who still understands the thick dust between heaven and earth
The little gown that makes a shallow dream
Sleeping absurdity and truth Above
Slowly crossing the line between the sun and the moon
Seeing each other’s lingering shadows
It is not the innocence of the day when hair is cut
The continuation of those thunderbolts
Fermentation without threads
Growing into yesterday’s departure
Today’s Dai Meng
No one gives in Live life
Like a Buddha being held up by a shrine and holding a flag
It is the secular custom arranged under the holy lake
A rainbow decorated with flower branches
The Yin Ruins of King Zhou have long since disappeared
Please let the lonely Yanbai
The palms of your hands no longer be gentle
Tell you
The emerald head on the head The dust and smoke falling from the territory
The thin rain curtain
Shrouding the unique traces of the past