Rare poems

Miss grandpa's writing/boating

A bowl of water

Dark pot cover head

raise

Hunger * * * *

An old yellow bowl

forever

Full of the brilliance of life

In the curtain call of frolicking.

I am walking in the burning desert.

but

My mind can't walk into fear.

I'm Huang Wan.

The only customer

every time

Anxious sponsorship

I always feel it in my mouth.

The color of warm spring

That kind of comfort

it's you

grandpa

In the four seasons of the year

Tearful eyes

Blown out

expect

The abyss of discontent

come out

Appassionata

Every natural reason

An incomprehensible wind

Blow without authorization

Watch me walk down the red carpet.

it's you

The greatest pleasure of life

Hold the hand of colleges and universities

Will be untied

Nina

Look at Sun Chenglong's heart.

Those who have already

The inevitable past

Unfortunately, it came very late.

They came and you left.

No one can open it

Bind your memory

This rope

Saturday

calendar

It's a gobbledygook as heavy as an ox.

The noise is only a few pages.

Days of laughter and laughter

Most of them rise and fall here.

Precisely

The moment when you and I get together

The hardships of learning.

On this day

Become the waves of the sea of joy

One by one.

wind direction

It's the devil who plays tricks on people.

Put the happiest day

Blow it to your memorial day

blow

Weeping season

Heartbroken-heartbroken

[Poetry] Remembering Grandpa

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When I was born,

"Environmental protection" has not yet been born.

When a young tree is planted, it is planted.

Sow as soon as you sow.

Sunshine, moon, rain, snowflakes

It's time to come.

I left when I left.

I can't step on it today.

an ant

Because I haven't forgotten grandpa.

If you have been dead for many years.

second

If grandpa had lived to this day,

I must be exhausted.

Even if you die, you have to take off your n-layer mouth.

Give him some hard of hearing every day.

Shangdaban

Today I'm going to talk about civet cats and SARS.

Tomorrow we will talk about bird flu and Sudan red.

The day after tomorrow, formaldehyde and methyl phenylpropanolamine

We'll talk about gas explosion and landslides the day after tomorrow.

If he asks me 9. 1 1 and 7.7 again.

I will recommend him as the president of the United Nations.

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I know grandpa doesn't want to be an official.

The bald head is spotless.

Milky white double-breasted silk coat

Black medium waist silk sweatpants

A pair of cool slippers

Banana fan

Leaning on the bamboo couch.

Bury this mouth in a silver beard.

Hanging upside down with ancient and modern landscapes

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Starry night around grandpa.

Take a nap.

I also want grandpa to talk about ghosts.

He said:

Don't be afraid to meet Mr. Bai.

It is unlucky to meet Mr. Black.

Just bang.

The shovel was patted on the slate.

Immediately "array" destroys people's survival

So after all these years,

I travel alone at night.

Take some iron.

five

Grandpa left in summer.

I didn't see the last side.

But grandpa will always be grandpa.

The summer wind stays on my tombstone.

Carved with dense mountains

I remember the scenery.

When I don't appreciate it enough

He took a bite of the teapot in his mouth and kneaded it into jade.

That water or that water?

It hasn't changed after so many years.

Bitter or not.

Set his reading glasses with amber frames.

Blurred above the bridge of the nose.

I can't see the distance clearly.