Things in July
1
Always thought those dust
were left in the box of memory
Yellow and mildew
The outside
A brass lock
Rusted
So
< p>I thought I couldn't open the boxSo
I said to myself
"It's okay
The box is locked"
This afternoon
Outside the window, the ultraviolet rays are strong
Some part of the body
It feels vaguely painful
< p>Suddenly there was a loud noiseShaking the dust in the box
Two
Who is it
Driving six black horses
Running all the way
Rumbling sound
The wind blew up the debris on the ground
The sky was patched together
Dark clouds Favorite pattern
In an instant, the rain poured down
Like water smoke
It poured into the window
The dry land could not bear it
p>
This sudden happiness
Can't help but moan in pain
The frown has relaxed
The tired leaves are blowing in the wind
It is already crumbling
But it holds its chest up happily
There is no one left in the outside world
The whole space between heaven and earth
Only the shouts of the wind and rain are left
三
Actually, I just want to
Let the memory hold on to the wall
Unexpectedly
Encountered the last heavy rain in July
Heavy rain
All life is dry
Waiting
Looking forward in the strong wind
Exulting in the heavy rain
Only my poor memory
Drenched wet
Being blown away by the wind Blown away
Diluted by water
That’s fine
No need to match keys anymore
July Poetry Alley
1
A name that I dare not call out easily
It comes out vividly in other people’s mouths
My thoughts
< p>Just like the pink in FebruaryBorn in moderation
2
You are the wind blowing in my palm
Midnight
Use the color of your underwear
Name the poem
written for you
Early morning
I use Words as a stick
Knocking mercilessly
Love that does not follow the right path
3
In the days of moving forward forever
Accidentally cut my life short
Taste the different flavors of the wind
I
I am no longer a white sail
< p> 4In the Internet
Men and women lie to each other
Take the opportunity to create love
The sea and the sky are the same color
< p>I am a woman wading in the waterWalking alone with the moonlight on my back
5
A love affair with too much moisture
In It has been stored in the body for too long
A thing called rheumatism
Fell in love with my bones
Suddenly understood
Beasts Not easy to get sick
Just because they walk on all fours
6
The sky in July is too smooth
The bald pen that screams hoarse
I can’t write a tribute to my eternal love
Who can testify
My unforgettable love for you
7
Weak grass
Knows a kind of destiny
Be able to break it into whole parts
Stop the unbridled wind
Because it refuses to gallop< /p>
Xu Beihong’s ninth horse and I
Promise
outside the paper
Walking together
Seven Missing the Moon
Author: Melancholy Purple Shell
Source: Mud embryo Original article writing address: /article/3708
In the burning hot July, I Covering the whole season with longing. When the first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrates the curtains, and you open your hazy eyes after waking up, longing overflows in your heart. Along with new expectations, I don’t know when, that distant but real longing seems to have become a habit. , accompanied me to start a new day, from dawn to night.
In the silent night, the familiar melody echoes in the ears, and the longing spreads in the bottom of my heart. Standing alone in the silent night, the moonlight pours down a ray of clear brilliance, a kind of warm pain, a kind of Sweet melancholy, a kind of happy sadness, fills the heart.
The tenderness of the past echoed in my heart. In the depths of loneliness, the deep concern seeped into my skin bit by bit, embedded in my heart. The boundless sadness filled the night sky. Only then did I know what it meant to lower my brows, but when it reached my heart, I realized that it was... The taste of longing.
When missing has become a habit, all the gaps are filled with its presence, and every spare moment becomes the sweetest memory. Missing is a kind of fate and a kind of beauty. It is a kind of sustenance, so I indulged my longing, let it swim in my dreams, and let my longing replace melancholy.
I thought that longing was just a kind of confusion, but who knew that there was happiness, sadness, sweetness, tears, longing and sighs, a kind of silent expectation.
The soaring flight that I once looked forward to has already flowed on my fingertips, like the feather clouds have turned into teardrops, moistening the sky, gradually growing into a yearning moon, illuminating the hazy loneliness, at this moment only I can put all my thoughts into the keyboard to express my loneliness at this moment. I hold the pen and want to write something on the letterhead, but I only write down my thoughts. My thoughts become a devil and a poison, but my heart is not afraid of being swallowed up, but my thoughts become more and more. It’s getting stronger and stronger, and my longing has turned into an ocean and a poem. What is the reason that makes me feel that kind of reluctance to abandon you? It’s a warm, sweet and helpless feeling. I also wanted to face it lightly, but that long-lasting feeling Buried thoughts are rising endlessly, covering every corner. Only then did I realize what it means to keep cutting and still be confused!
Looking through the past bits and pieces, I am immersed in the pursuit of memories of the past alone. I open the photo album and look at you from different angles. My eyes are full of warmth and tenderness. Your smile is like that. Clear, I really want Yun'er to take away my crazy thoughts at the moment and spread them all over your dreams, but I'm afraid of disturbing your clear dreams, so I can only hide my thoughts silently in my heart and caress your photo on the cheek. , whispering to you, telling you my crazy love. .
The years of lovesickness in July string the thoughts of July into raindrops, irrigate all the burning heat, and moisten the dry thoughts. Turn the thoughts of July into crystal nectar, penetrate into every inch of skin, and moisturize every patch of warmth. Turn the thoughts of July into the breeze, blowing away the hot mania. The longing that is dry and hot.
Author: Melancholy Purple Shell
Source: Mud embryo article writing Original address: /article/3708