early morning
Push away the last darkness before dawn.
Fetal cream
I'm looking for the lost sun.
come and go
come and go
You fly off the cold branches.
Singing and flying
So light, so cheerful
Gone with the Wind
Stop on my shoulder.
gently
Hold you in my hand.
a long while
Staring at you for a long time
Feel the rhythm of your heart
Listen to the voice of your soul.
yearn for
It's my eyes.
Nothing can confuse you anymore.
life
A sun that has been quenched into a round of pure gold.
Dance to the beat of the wind
Naive young people went ashore.
The light of thought filters the vicissitudes of life.
The boat of life is full of maturity and health.
Along the way, the water is full of waves.
Bright and fragrant
come and go
come and go
early morning
I hear you singing softly.
65438+20201October 27th
Author: Qingcaodi, formerly known as Sun. Originally from Laoling City, Shandong Province, I live in Bayannaoer City. Member of International Poetry Association, President of Shenyang Branch of Young Writers magazine. "Cold, affectionate as a song" was made into a TV exhibition of poetry and prose. He won the first prize in the third "Meet Beijing" National Literature and Art Competition, the third prize in the National Competition of 300 selected China Contemporary Proses, and the third prize in the fourth Jia Chufeng Poetry Competition.