Chapter 1: Wind on the Pass
Author: Gao Yuanfeng, Guizhou
When I passed by, floods and weeds were spreading.
March is a broken wound.
Gorgeous and eulogize
Shorter and shorter
More and more weak
Some news was buried in the soil.
The deep Sanskrit voice washes away lies and hypocrisy.
Weathered stones stand at the crossroads.
Look at the clutch.
It was windy last night. Are you here?
Chapter 2: On a summer night
Author: Wu
The moon has not appeared yet.
Lotus in the pond is busy playing lanterns.
The frog is tired and thinks under the lotus leaf.
Young fish.
Disturb the tranquility of summer nights
The cricket rang.
Fireflies fly high and far.
Sitting on the ridge next to my sister.
The girl is a little worried.
Late at night, my father went home
Ziwei is red, Ziwei is bright.
Hold it in your hand.
Can stones still hurt the road?
Chapter III: The Sky
Author: Wu
The leaves turned to the back.
Secretly surprised
Look at age spots and protruding tendons.
After the heat, autumn will begin.
The wind said that the pace of time could not stop.
There is a slight cough.
Asthma will happen again this season.
Grandma around the corner
I looked at the sky before I came in.
talk to oneself
As if to alleviate
Inner depression and sadness
Chapter four: Beauty in the reed at night.
Author: puffer fish
Half is a rose, and your bird groans in the wetland.
I saw a desperate figure in the mire.
Is that a bird's wing or a bird's fate?
Magnified by the night light, I can't see clearly in the distance.
The pungent smell of roses spread everywhere.
The smell of the bus almost stung the wheels of the last bus.
I want to sit on the timetable and count your return dates.
It's like seeing a couple swaying on the road at night.
The figure swayed at the top of the tree as if the birds were there.
The coolness in the moon tree woke me up from my dream.
A bunch of grapes were shaking in the dark, and there was no time to scream.
Preparation is half lovesickness and half fantasy, just like
Pick up an empty cup at night and stand upside down in your dream.
All the abstract meanings in the corner are like being in a wetland.
The selected fantasy squeezes the bird's nature.
Complex eyes ended the beauty of grapes.
Into the philosophy of beauty, love begins with ignorance, blowing sheng.
All the beauty becomes eternal at that moment.
My poems are written in your beautiful magic.
A pen that lets you express your feelings directly in words.
Shenghua flies in your beautiful river like my language.
On the water, I saw birds rippling on the reed tip and holding it tightly.
Beautiful fantasy sublimates in beautiful breath.
Beauty is lyrical and beautiful in the reeds at night.
The hand that woke the grape juice groaned in the purple dream.
The pastoral beauty is intoxicated with the beauty of poetry.
Feeling is the foreshadowing of predicting beauty, and all the beauty is at that moment.
The beauty in my heart is getting closer to you and me every day.
The awakening of the moon and roses