Read a poem
Read about a person's aging.
His youth is gone forever.
Love is far away.
The children scattered like birds.
He is holding an empty nest.
He thinks he is a tree.
Cracking sound of dead branches
It often happens at night.
In winter
When the snow comes,
But at the end of this poem,
The sunshine and rain are still so abundant.
New branches have sprouted from his wound.
He is holding an empty nest.
Walking on the border of Fiona Fang Shili
He believed
Just raise the nest high enough.
Birds will see it.
Will fly back one day.
for this reason
He often has to stand on tiptoe.
Children in the snow
Snow is hidden in its own white.
Its white is in the sun.
More like a big lie.
If the crow appears in the snow.
Its black color is closer to reality.
Children don't care about this.
They like both black and white.
That kind of unrestrained happiness
How many adults have attracted envy?
-Just like the earth envies the sky.
Rock sheep envy flying.
Dusk time
When the sun came to the beam of three old people
We'll come up with one
Lighthearted words: at night
People who work in the fields
Untie the yoke on the cow.
Start packing farm tools
The woman picked up the prepared backpack.
Dig two handfuls of pig grass quickly.
The man took the cow to a fertile place with water and grass.
Let it eat grass and drink water leisurely.
Find a higher place to sit down.
Watching the sunset melt gold
Look at your woman.
colleague
vernal
Maybe we should add beautiful ones.
Just across the street.
Only when she is free.
When you meditate,
I just gave her a serious look.
is she
The truest look
Including that little freckle.
Everything is just right.
Blooming desire
Please understand the meaning of this impulse.
Don't make any noise
Do not move.
Don't fiddle with it
The half-open core of morning glory
This brief and beautiful impulse.
Could be interrupted at any time.
An old book was turned over by the wind.
Tonight, the world is blessed by rain.
There are stamens trembling in the rain.
Those exciting shoulders
Much like that woman many years ago.
Sobbing after lovelorn.
So vivid.
We are all used to loneliness.
Accustomed to the silence in the night rain
Doing nothing under the west window
An old book was turned over by the wind.
The person standing behind the word
Already grown up
Have a flowery face.
There is also confusion about looking around.
Occasionally there will be pauses and stumbling.
Sitting on the ruins of an old house drinking.
Sitting on the ruins of an old house drinking.
One bite after another.
Not far away, fireflies appeared.
I slowly lifted my cup.
I can't help but stop again.
I always feel that there is a soul there.
Homeless souls need bright guidance.
A firefly
It's just a flashing light.
I suddenly feel like sitting on the ruins of an old house drinking.
Maybe it's just a body.
Wonderful moment
Happy moment
Happy time
Hand in hand
Give up your heart.
Hand over tears, first kiss and eyes.
The soul stays aside.
Drive a wooden carriage
Wait at the crossroads
Sometimes I see it this way.
When you look at it,
A storm of joy
Just a little weak.
Like a cold wind
Blow over the swollen silk surface
Read this poem
Not all the time of the day.
Are suitable for reading poetry.
For example, in the stuffy and hot noon.
For this reason, I miss autumn.
Or winter
Autumn or winter in the south
Poetry is not only hidden in the jungle of books.
They often sneak out.
If you ...
Is a person who loves outdoor sports.
Unexpectedly, you will meet a song.
Walking poem
Is being read by the rock eagle.
A quiet poem
Is being read by clouds.
An atmospheric poem
Is being read by the mountains.
A poem that travels through time and space
Reading by the river.
If you are not a greedy person.
Listen to it and you'll get drunk.
Drunk in the mountains and rivers in the south
If you want to read a song, too
Take a piece of red maple in your hand.
Or draw a few petals of snow.
Just do it.
Everything around, including the arhats in Tiefo Temple.
Larks in Micang Mountain
Are all your listeners
Brief introduction of the author
Xiaoye, whose real name is Li Zhengguo, is from Wangcang, Sichuan. Member of Chinese Poetry Society and Guangyuan Writers Association. Some of his works were published in Poetry magazine, China Poets and other newspapers, and some of his works were selected as "China's Good Poetry" in China Poetry Network. Poetic view: obedient to the heart, light and natural.