Poems about Big Wild Goose Pagoda

Yanta (Poetry Group)

Ceramic.

Yanta stone writing

My figure has been staying here.

My diagram is used to illustrate.

Desire and beauty

Get used to forgetting the direction.

The tree on the left and the tree on the right have the same leaves.

I feel the same way as the trees on both sides.

When a car stops.

I'll walk across the street

Then look back.

Signs of restaurants with waitresses.

I think I'm really lost.

A light rain moistened the direction

Moisten my eyes

I began to get confused this autumn.

In front is the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

The woman who sells newspapers said the Big Wild Goose Pagoda

At the intersection ahead.

Behind a tree

So I looked at the intersection.

Stop at that intersection

I saw passing cars and people.

See the appearance of love anxiety.

People in autumn are busy on their way.

No one noticed that I was a stranger.

I didn't find the tree.

I only saw the off-duty traffic police.

At a crossroads like autumn

I pretended to be a poet.

I don't care at all. It's getting dark.

I don't care at all.

Where is my next step?

Go to see beauty.

Dayin road

At first, I was just a tourist.

At first I was just a child.

Want to be closer to what?

What do you want to save?

Take such a road

Dayin road

The tower led me away.

From the beginning to the end

The starting point is this evening in autumn.

The end point is a person's death

This tower leads to death.

In the autumn wind

I sing loudly.

Let the geese shine in the autumn wind

Let autumn shine on the earth.

Can't I take anything with me

The era of slash-and-burn cultivation

Can't I insist on something?

My heart runs towards goodness.

I want to take the shadow away.

I want to take my industrious hands away.

Holding the original sheep in his hand.

The first sheep were gods.

Is the floorboard of flowers and rivers.

The original me is death.

God's clothes

The goose will wake me up.

By the river.

My hands are covered with mud.

My heart is full of singing.

The singing of geese

Later, I tried to survive.

Wandering from leaf to leaf like a wanderer.

My name

It's called goose

The road along the way

Call the tower to lead the way

Beside the stool.

Beside the stool.

What about the person next to you?

We are all friends.

People who are tired of walking on the road

People who enjoy love

You must sit on a stool.

So are people who drink water.

I am a drinker.

Next to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

I bought a bottle of colored drinks.

Hold your head high and drink

I can see the color of the sky.

I have a newspaper in my hand.

I want to lie down and watch.

I want to see the Wild Goose Pagoda and the sky.

I want to see the person looking for a stool.

Looked at me in disgust and sat for two people.

Next to it is a magnetic card mobile phone.

There is a woman who uses Mandarin as English.

Describe the height of this tower.

She can't see what the man on the other end of the phone is doing.

She can't see me calling behind her.

Next to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda

There are stools to express emotion.

I'm going to sit for a while.

Stand up for a while.

People think I am waiting for someone.

Seven-story Big Wild Goose Pagoda

The Big Wild Goose Pagoda is so high.

Seven floors at a time

Climbing up is not fun at all.

I was a little tired when I went to bed.

One step is one year.

Soon entered the Tang Dynasty.

Into Yang Yuhuan's bedroom.

Walk into the dream

Until I saw an ugly calligraphy.

Just out of the Tang Dynasty.

It was written by a famous person.

It was written by someone with a name.

Anyone who sees it can't tell.

At first glance, it is a relationship draft.

Post it there to save face.

Seven-story Big Wild Goose Pagoda

There are always people going up and down.

When I went down, someone asked me

Is it fun up there?

I said it was fun.

Bah, I'm shameless

Mood definitely affects green.

Green that affects autumn

I'm in a bad mood

I kept holding the ticket stub when I entered the door.

The torn part

Like my missing.

Forgotten by green

There are many reasons for being in a bad mood.

I can't name one.

The reason is that it is shrouded in the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

The reason is covered up by many people's smiling faces.

Yanta looks like a prostitute.

So many people go in at the same time

unedifying