Chapter 1: Look at the Moon
Author: Ning Chuan
Wang yi
Cut a piece of moonlight for the sail.
Three willow leaves make a boat and support a bamboo to cross the other shore.
The wind says the road is too far, but the rain says it is difficult.
And how can the poetry of this ship withstand ups and downs?
Tonight, my wooden horse is still on the other side of Qingshan Mountain.
This river is very calm.
Can bounce
Look again.
Push open the window and let the moonlight shine through.
There is plenty of time in life, even if you are not afraid of being killed.
No singer's sad harmony.
The long spring in my hand filled the empty cup.
Take a sip.
A few words, savor.
The taste of the moon
Bet against time who is the first person to lose the shadow of the night.
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The silversmith at the intersection came from all directions with flowers and plants.
Tonight, love is hidden deep in the forest.
You are just my sister. Your name.
Warm and slightly salty, the salt in your eyes drowned with a cry.
The whole moon
The wind is bound to blow from the grass tonight.
Blow to the village where I drink, graze and write poems.
Sister, your cheeks are beautiful.
Much like the one my mother pressed on the bottom of the box.
Da hong Jia yi
Chapter Two: Seeing Snowflakes Again
Author: Raymond 1
who is it? In a cloudy sky
Tear a long hole
From the distant air, I left you behind.
who is it? Dress you up
So beautiful
Maybe I didn't have time to enjoy it.
You threw yourself into your mother's arms.
who is it? Put on your posture.
Forged so perfectly
A crystal clear.
One by one, seamless.
I really don't know
That white snowflake
It's produced there
Automatic and precise hand
Ask the wind, ask the clouds, ask the sky.
They were silent.
Except for her, there is only vast land.
Broad arms
Greet you
You sail in the wind.
Fly slowly and carefree.
Even smaller than the tip of a needle.
Also selfless embellishment.
So the child smiled.
Adults laughed, and so did all the rivers and mountains.
But I always thought you were here.
it's a little late
Chapter Three: Paranoia
Author: Sabin's left hand
( 1)
God, it's getting colder.
Ask the rat spirit I shared with you.
What to eat tonight?
He said happily: cabbage hot pot!
I think his expression can only answer:
Wow! What a sumptuous meal!
(2)
The mouse wants to play mahjong
Let me call someone.
How about calling two night owls?
I was beaten by him.
I'm just kidding. What about you?
Why not find the same kind?
An ear or something ...
(3)
You know, living with rats.
The biggest advantage is that
He can give the rent a big discount.
As long as I say there are mice in the house
The landlord will put the price
Cut yourself in half.
(4)
The mouse has been barking.
The dream is deep
Wake up from love.
In a shallow dream
Rat poison is gone.
Only leftovers are left.
Cabbage hotpot
(5)
Many times, I want to call the police.
Say I'm going to kill myself, and I'll wait to collect the body if I'm late!
But I'm afraid there are nothing more than two situations:
One is to be treated as a mental illness and forced to be hospitalized.
I heard that mental hospitals charge a lot of money.
What if the result is a bill?
I just got cured, and I'm going to do it again.
Second, that is to say: die if you want!
Then I guess I'm impulsive
Maybe it will be "passionate suicide".
(6)
Still alive, okay?
I can predict earthquakes, but no one will believe me.
I can see the number of the winning lottery ticket, but not the next issue.
I don't know which other woman will like me.
When watching TV, there is always endless noise.
I turned off the TV and the room buzzed.
I wanted to turn off the buzz, so I showed a struggling expression in my dream.
Chapter four: Moonlight tenderness
Author: Dai Beibei
(1) missing
Tonight, my thoughts
Be imprisoned in a well
Then, from the deep wellhead
Climb out of the moon. Explore and look around.
Be frightened out of my wits by a dog barking.
(2) Feel timid
Hibiscus, Chrysanthemum and Osmanthus fragrans
Gathered outside my window, whispering.
You see, I can finally say their names.
After years of personal teaching.
The time has changed and the place has changed.
The faint fragrance meets the local accent.
Sorry to come in. Open a window.
You should know! Be timid near home
Not only you, but also those people lying by the window.
Naughty moon shadow
(3) speechless
Sitting in some memories. Afraid of light
Dim and smooth brightness
Staged alternately.
Listen to the wind and see the moon
No talking.
(4) awakening
Holding a strand of hair, imagining
You toss and turn, two thirds.
Bo Xue, frost
The village is about to awaken.
The first cough
Stunned on the eaves, tottering
Yutu-Moon
(5) tenderness
Thousands of miles away, I heard it again and again:
"What a gentle night.
How much you love me. "
Like many years ago, rolling in the dirt.
Fragrance all the way, wash in the moonlight.
Return to the cleanest look in your eyes.
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Chapter 5: "Xu You Fei Yi"
Author: crayon Xiao Xin
-We are all children in the dark. We must go our separate ways before dawn!
Yue Ming Shi Xin
Younger, what kind of language should I be;
Starting from the rooting of Saussurea involucrata, take out the deep white;
Dear, there is snow in the northwest, which involves the Gobi where you are restless day and night; If we elope at night;
Please bring your daughter red that you have treasured for many years; Bring sunshine, the eyes of your poetry;
If you need to drink all those tears left in Yumenguan;
Then, I want to drink a bowl of Bai Yueguang in your dream;
You have to allow me, the hoofbeat of Tsing Yi, the west wind, the sunset, the galloping horses on the ancient road;
With the trembling of these documents, in due course, it can happen when you live in yangguan;
Younger, there is no doubt that there is something wrong with the wind at this time. If you run away;
I will try to hide some facts from you;
Including gambling debts in Yingou casino, cousin of Xiao Li's flying knife meeting on the eighth night of August,
Including some murderous bones and surnames, have been following me from the south to the further northwest;
Including I went to a brothel in Jiangnan and met a group of monks with stunts; In fact, wearing a mask, vegetarianism is not taboo!
I have to hide all this-
In fact, I can daydream more, some invisible nights;
Starting with every catastrophe on the rivers and lakes;
We need to be thankful for every heavy snow in Yumenguan;
In the center of my city, 800 miles of fireworks are uncontrollable-
Xu Fangfei
Tonight, the last meteor broke through the sky,
I went back to the buttonwood tree, listening to the wind and mumbling.
Some past events always point to Loulan's obscurity.
My lover is wandering in southern Xinjiang, do you know?
At this time, the autumn wind is mild, and we harvest some seeds in the dark;
Dear, love on the wheat awn, you know, I never give up;
Want to have a look. Those messy bookmarks
They are related to your origin, the Hexi Corridor and your birthright and surname.
Or the majestic kingdom of Xiliang-
Dear, how can fireworks thousands of miles apart stop my melancholy thoughts?
This time, I'm not going to open my eyes, but I feel there are still many desolations around me;
Didn't you say that the willow you planted became a prairie fire?
Why, the smoke at home leads you all the way to the desert wind!
These days, I have repeatedly hidden the thorns picked out in the article.
Whether it is the green thorn of chrysanthemum, I have kept it a secret;
But the dull pain in the spine has recently spread to the heart.
My breath is choked by your eyes again and again in your dreams;
Honey, these words always remind me,
If I want to kidnap you, I have to cross the Gobi desert full of traps;
And beware of machetes that kill people in the dark and windy night.
Chapter 6: "Venting Anger"
Author: Sabin's left hand
( 1)
I hit a chicken yesterday.
Don't misunderstand me.
The kind with two wings and two feet
There is no why.
Just want to hit it
(2)
Ask dad for a hundred dollars.
He asked.
What is this for?
I said give it to me.
Why do you ask so many questions?
He slapped me.
Chapter 7: "Mo Yuanyou"
Author: Sabin's left hand
I live in a small circle.
A circle with soil and flowers.
You asked me to choose a color.
Name the sunshine after the rain
When has the wheat field been burned?
Leave a bad record
This is the prayer of a flock of sparrows.
Can I go further?
Leave a small city
Hyacinthus orientalis or albatross.
Don't want to say anything more.
My voice is getting thinner and thinner.
Under the scorching sun
It sank in an instant.
I don't know what I am.
It's part of the air.
Part of water
Part of wheat
It is also a part of migratory birds.
Maybe the air and water are full of wheat.
Fed the expected migratory birds.
Migratory birds will still pass through the wheat fields next year.
Scarecrow has long existed in name only.
No dandelion doesn't want to be blown away by the wind.
Whose sigh became the key to the spell
If you stand in front of me
I dare not pack.
I'm afraid of your red eyes.
Afraid of being hugged from behind by you
I still have a letter in my hand.
A shelter is still beckoning to me.
There is also a secret edict.
Want you to die
After bringing you back to life
My stranger
I still didn't say anything.
You are calling for the autumn wind to cross the border.
Your eyes are cold and weak.
Suddenly, your clothes become wider.
My heart will break into glass.
Don't go.
Accompany you
Chapter 8: Sorrow in the Moonlight (Poetry)
Author: He Qing ☆ Poetry
dance
The hazy moonlight continued.
A dark blue sky that has just been washed.
At first I thought there was only one
Blue butterflies are dancing in the moonlight.
But when the dream becomes clear.
All the beautiful colors are gradually superimposed.
Another one is dancing with the blue butterfly.
Green butterfly
The man with his wings up stood there.
Yellow butterflies on the petals of blooming gardenia.
I know this is the most beautiful place in Fantasy City.
Quiet time
There is no loneliness after prosperity here.
There is no coldness after enthusiasm here.
Aestheticism is moving forward with goodwill here.
As long as the promise is a lifelong watch.
Turn into a butterfly, dance with the moonlight and light up tears.
With the dream, the wind dried up and condensed
This autumn, the flowers are overflowing.
Holding a persistent, guarding a yearning.
night
In this silent night, it is always
Full of sadness
The wind blew away clouds, stars and the moon.
Only the thick darkness is left, which is infinitely long.
The bright lights on the stage
That beautiful face
Beautiful lips like orchids, dreamy pictures.
Missing diarrhea
Violets are full of love at night.
Music is as quiet as mountain water.
Flowing in my heart
The bright window behind him opened the eyes of the night.
The wings of a dream
The night spins in the blue light.
Dress up for you in front of the mirror
Raise your eyebrows and calm your lips.
Dance costumes are the wings of dreams.
Do you know there are beautiful women on the water side?
The soothing music sounded.
The curtain on the stage turned on soft lights.
A rotating posture that fills the heart with fantasy.
Tend to be quiet and beautiful, and make dreams come true.
Get where you want to go.
For love, for love, for injury.
I just want to be charming tonight.
A faint fragrance floated to the bottom of the sleeve.
Bai Yueguang rises from the sea.
Be your bride for life in the dream kingdom.
Sadness entangles dreams in the dance steps.
Fly in my mind
The flowers in July find their way home in the autumn wind.
vicissitudes of life
Little by little, woven into a dream spider web.
Ancient trees and shadows
Moonlight, snowflakes and reflections
The white hair under the mother's eyes is integrated.
My soul
It's the abbreviation of my shadow.
Standing in my hometown in the moonlight
Mother's shadow is under that old tree.
Happen to be together
The ice crystals on the dead branches are flashing.
tears from the stars
Standing in this white world
Mother's shadow and
Shadows in the moonlight
Extend straight ahead
Extend into the shape of red beans
Lost love in the world of mortals
Missed love
Bright moonlight
Washing summer night
Flowers and the moon are telling the language of love.
In the long river of memory
You stand in the landscape.
Bright eyes, smiles and bright lights.
The white of moonlight and the white of snowflakes.
Let the autumn red maple burn completely.
Infinitely stretched veins make bones ring.
On the wings of that butterfly.
Still with the sweetness of love yesterday.
Tonight, you turned red beans into forests.
Holding the bleak autumn in your hand
Chapter 9: Shut up.
Author: Dai Beibei
(1) night
The moon is tired and the stars are dim.
The wind stopped wandering.
Neon without makeup
(of a woman) going to the emperor without makeup ―― appearing in the true colors.
Open a book of poetry at random.
A piece of red leaves, pillow with ink.
Sleep quietly
(2) Day
I feel sleepy all day.
In my dream, I saw a girl.
be all tears
Sunlight, as the ground tilts.
Wandering around. I heard my head hit the window.
The glass window didn't cry
The child under the window
cry
What can I do at this point?
Go back to my dream and cry.
Girl, tightly
Hold in your arms.
(3) keep your mouth shut
I saw my body,
Gradually transparent, like a bottle.
Only the sadness of emptying the memory first
In order to accommodate your blessing.
You Yan drifted, drifting with the current.
After a few years, it became rugged.
Fate has taught me:
Shut up like a bottle.
Chapter 10: The Edge of Life
Author: light yellow and warm
1
In this ordinary and concise drawer
Full of city people's feast.
But I can't hold this weather-beaten one.
A crying heart in the corner at midnight
Isolated in the rainy night.
Extremely ashamed.
Thunder frightened every bone in the body.
Sometimes avoid, sometimes cater to.
Hate such a box
Didn't involve me.
If the raindrops on the opposite side are bigger
The crying will get stronger and stronger.
Cut the edge and fly.
2
In the teacup
Give off a strong fragrance.
Not biluochun tea.
It is not a grass and sea water.
Nor is it a clear spring under the mountain.
Microwave rippling
A drop of bitter tea in my heart
Slide slowly along the plastic cup
I shed the saddest tears all night.
Charm flows into the bitter sea of life with the waves.
Pyrazine amide tablets are insoluble in oral liquid.
Bright, waiting for the nourishment of tea.
can't wait
three
Search can't find the most incisive language
Weining Caohai is a sea of blood.
sea
You can breathe the filth of internal organs at most.
The Eucharist has not been purified by the gods at all.
I hope to pass the long bridge and the ancient road.
You can take my communion with you.
God gave me a godless body.
But it is a traffic tube for infusion.
What a sad thing it is!
On fertile land
Where to find the habitat of the soul
Still have to wander under the mountain.
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On the brink of pain
How to teach me to draw a complete line
Breaking is just a temporary anger.
Burn or leave endless dust.
What should I do?
Maybe hide
In the depths of forgotten hell.
If one day heaven meets.
Teach me not to tear it easily.
This is a memorial to the suffering of hell.
The only memorial to witness the pain
It doesn't represent my pain and memory.
This is the voice of millions of people who have groaned in bed.
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Dream of standing on the top of the Great Wall one day and calling for the shame of the years.
Dream of lying on the grassland in Inner Mongolia one day to brew the magic of nature.
Nobody told me the legend of this world.
No one will tell me the legend of this world.
Legend is in the poet's inner story.
Write slowly and sketch slowly.
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It seems that it has been over for several years.
Fingertips still can't get rid of fingerprints on your hands.
Turn the key machine in your hand.
A series of familiar, slow and unfamiliar phone numbers.
stifle
Magic smile.
Can't get out of trouble
Shortness of breath and rapid heartbeat.
Affinity digital companionship
The confused world finally found itself.
seven
Accompany me through this innocent road
Only you
A girl in the country
Deliberately bury one's face
When wandering tears dry up
I will marry you very photogenic.
Although there is no fashion.
The beating heart is waiting for you all your life.
On the road in the country
Let's go together.
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I just want to sleep quietly.
die
When I fell asleep, the alarm in the distance woke me up.
Get in the ambulance.
love me right
Active thousands of miles
The spirit is always behind.
The mediocre weather makes mediocrity worse.
The muddled world makes people even more muddled.
Such a heart is sleeping
I can't afford to scream all my life.
Inclined plane of infection department at night
There stood a lonely man.
Squatting there shed countless tears.
Rest quietly with the patient.
Go to sleep in minutes