one
Loose moon shadow
The earth covered with floating frost
Like a dream.
Fade like a flower
Behind the blurred clouds
The story of Chang 'e is hidden.
Talked for a long time.
Finally dressed as the night wind.
The branches trembled with the heartbeat.
Falling water droplets
Freeze in a dream
Disappear in the cold winter night
Only the waning moon
Just willing to patronize and dance with the wind.
Let the grass of life
Separated from dreams on winter nights.
A heart
Stop in a lonely figure.
two
Ye Yuanshang
The sunset took away the last light.
Only for the world.
A half-asleep night
The night wind gently blows the heart.
A homing bird
listen to
The remaining branches swayed in the wind.
A faint wind chime
Night travels far.
Sparse wind
Can't blow away a trace of sadness
earth
There was silence.
This half-asleep night
How can I cross the river?
three
Silence in the moonlight
Let the mind rest all night.
Tears can also collect love.
I heard.
The sound of cattle fighting in the night river
Will it come here?
Will make me at night
A little more impulsive.
I quietly accept the wind.
Accept all the heartbeats in the still night.
Tears are not just crying.
Where are you? Where are you?
When can I step on the waves?
When can I
In my heart
Surging thoughts
At night, the stars twinkle quietly.
Count the stars, the child is long gone.
Only I am still in the river at night.
guard
The night is so quiet.
Teach me how to face silence
four
No wind blows the heart flat.
No snow can hide the yearning for flowers.
Turbid air
Play games with broken branches.
A clear night
Looking at the tearful candlelight by the bed
I want to imprint my love on my heart.
Forget all the sadness.
Let the eyes from the window
All the way through my window
In the whole world, only the mind has a little space for itself.
Put the feeling of tears
On a blank piece of paper in your mind.
I just want to be alone in my life.
Such a night dream is also a scam.
In the sky of memory
Floating across a few pale clouds
my heart
Spend the night in winter
Looking for the sadness of the world
five
It's best when no one is around.
Poetry
Looking for distant inquiries in silence
Even in the warm season.
Better get rid of it, too
On a dreary day
Listen to this heartfelt call
Missing is the sea.
No impulse
Reproduce with * * * *
It's best when no one is around.
Listen to music.
Screaming years
Take happiness as the fulcrum
Looking for melancholy
Preferably at night.
Life is a dream.
Dreams are also a kind of life.
night
Willow rolled sideways, like swirling rain.
Drift with the tide ...
In the evening, the lake is deep, restless and not quiet enough.
The waves are flickering and rippling.
Reflective, five-color luster
20 12,9,28
Silent at night
10 month, very quiet.
Quiet campus, busy pace.
The surge of people
Young man, set sail here
The starry sky in October is very quiet.
At night, there are insects chirping.
Autumn sounds deeper and deeper.
The moonlight is full of fragrance.
Late at night in October
The night is full of magic.
As if to learn from the depths of history.
Extend to distant time and space
At this moment, the silence of the night is only the heartbeat of you and me.
To the earth and every river.
Mountains and rivers,
The earth was silent.
20 10, 10, 2 1 late at night, the wind is the river.
night
In the dark night, there was no one on the street, only cars, speeding at night. And I, walking alone on my way home. The spring night is vast and pale, with no warm touch. Like a distant space, it roared away with force. Dark, lonely and vast.
It rains at night
Walking on the earth in the silent night. The spring night is so vast, just like a scar left by a calm heart after death. It is broad and inclusive. At night on campus, everything breathes the air, grows cycads, shakes off the tree crown and shakes the vegetation. It is fresh. Ah, in this darkness, only I feel the touch of the pulse at night. At night, it is spreading.
Spring night
The long night came to me.
It was yesterday, still young, still young.
Peace of mind, no longer sentimental.
The dust is dormant and the smoke is ethereal.
April nights in the south of the Yangtze River are full of life.
In this way, walking on the road.
It feels like a long night.
spring chill
The river is big and sparkling.
Oh, my god, Myanmar. This is a fish scale
Dark, forced down, extended.
Spring goes deep into the cold and into the abyss.
Out of reach.
The wind and rain will never stop.
The cold is extremely deep.
My misty and confused mood
Connected with the vast wind and water.
Infinite and profound time and space
20 10/0,4 Wind-induced rivers.
The horizon is hazy and black covers the earth.
Water drops seem to fall from the head. Boundless darkness
This tower is like a lonely old man standing on the horizon, motionless.
The bus travels at a high speed, and it takes a while.
Heaven and earth have changed, and people have experienced countless storms.
In the car, in the dark, whizzing by is just a plot in summer.
Just let me sit in the car and listen to the wind and rain.
Look at the change of heaven and earth, and I'm only in the same place
The feeling of being dark, round and thick is all over the fields.
2005,7,20
Spring night
A
This windy and rainy spring night
Darkness approached me again.
The secret drums resounded through the earth.
I'm too scared to sleep.
Light in the depths of the years
Light up my forehead
I see: the flowers, the rivers, the sunshine.
B
What is it, reaching the other side of my heart?
Let me cry.
Call softly and leave a mark on my lintel.
Those songs, over and over again, make me miserable.
C
Rivers in the past also had flowers and sunshine.
At that time, that spring
This time, we wasted the year of China.
What kind of mistakes make us stagger on the edge of life?
Pray or cry, yesterday is irreversible.
What is gone will never come back. This is my interpretation of life.
D
The dark spring night gave me the possibility to think.
This thunder, this light rising in the dark, makes free thoughts fly at will.
If loving life is our interpretation of life
Where will such bright sunshine appear, in the second half of life?
E
What kind of thinking does a pure life need to be vivid?
In that messy market, I saw the busyness and hardship of life.
It slowly brushed the scar that just turned blue in my heart and went deep into my heart.
2004,2,2
Snowy night
Who did I send away on a snowy night?
That white rose is scattered all over the floor!
At dawn, I finally found a hut to keep out the cold.
Soul mate, who is she?
The snow in the night wind has no regrets.
Blow it in my face and blow my name away.
When I went into the crowd to look for her, I was far from home.
All I have left is a stranger's face,
In the clang of wheels at night.
Last year's cold kiss whirled under the street lamp.
The girl's fingers are unfamiliar with the world, and she knows how to be grateful.
Hugs in the snow,
Retreat into the snow,
Retreat into crystal snowflakes and snowdrifts,
Retreat to a dark corner.
Who taught her, beautiful and frightened eyes?
Who suppressed her tenderness before dawn?
Snow flakes of pity beat against the window of the night,
Bite like a human, crazy.
Oh, what year was that? Where is it?
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Author: Yu Guangzhong
Works: Listening to the night in the mountains
Content:
Forever mountain night
Everything is like a dream.
What could be better than complete silence?
More resistant to listening?
No matter how long and busy the history is.
There will always be a moment.
There's no need to argue, is there?
But what about the wind? you said
Wind? That's the transit of time
Occasionally a little
A little echo
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Night Song
Please let me lie down somewhere else.
Accept the torture of the past
It is best to use a heavy tombstone.
Let me believe in my future.
Let me forget you sideways.
For example, the furniture in the room is too heavy.
Like a wildcat caught by a bachelor
Jump over the morning fog on the roof.
Oh, leave me alone. Please don't.
Once again, please put down your tears in the bouquet.
I looked down when I saw a teenager.
Mourn in your own name on the table
The starry sky twists and turns like water
Carrying a little skeleton
Bad luck is like a ring.
Put on your knuckles and mine.
Night of modern poetry
The night washed away the noisy colors.
Leaving only the black and white negatives of the world.
The rain rustles at night.
One flower blooms, and the other flower withers.
Occasionally wake up and hear the wind and rain outside the window.
I thought I knew all the secrets of tonight.
We know no more than owls.
There is a dog at night.
Know where a nest of ants has gone.
We are just a firefly.
Illuminate a narrow gap between heaven and earth.
Outside this bright spot, night birds are singing and frogs are singing.
Retell the whole story in segments.
Cover up ignorance of the night with chatter
Will we do anything else?
Night of modern poetry
The night washed away the noisy colors.
Leaving only the black and white negatives of the world.
The rain rustles at night.
One flower blooms, and the other flower withers.
Occasionally wake up and hear the wind and rain outside the window.
I thought I knew all the secrets of tonight.
We know no more than owls.
There is a dog at night.
Know where a nest of ants has gone.
We are just a firefly.
Illuminate a narrow gap between heaven and earth.
Outside this bright spot, night birds are singing and frogs are singing.
Retell the whole story in segments.
Cover up ignorance of the night with chatter
Will we do anything else?