It must be your passing voice.
Wake up in spring.
The sky is high! Azure blue
It happened overnight.
It hollows out a person's melancholy.
The whisper of this humble man
Will sprout on the soil?
Spring wet with tears
Who's under a spell?
Running in blue blood!
Like a branch, it penetrated the top of the head and limbs.
I am like a soft vine.
extend
Until the edge of heaven and earth
Oh! I just said I love you.
Why are you entangled with the world?
Only the breeze can convince everything.
Moonlight. Silent sea.
She never regrets, and there is no part that is poured out.
An empty salt factory
Dark blue-purple channel
I still can't describe it
Those unnamed flowers
A little fishy, in the chest.
Surging into a red cloud
My left eye caters to the surging tide.
My right eye. Jump one meter away.
Rhetoric of breeze
Faster than raindrops
I saw the honor guard of Baiyun.
Adopt a white paper
Hug at the tombstone
-Yes. Only the breeze
Be able to command
Convince everything
Finally, we all became spectators.
heaps of times
Pass by yourself
The underwater world is still thrilling and full of butterflies.
We just smiled.
Pretend you can't see anything.
blow
It's sorrel or clover
Not impressed.
I can still feel it.
In an instant.
Rainbow Yangming bloomed 500 years ago.
Quietly amazing
I forgot my gender.
Oh! My father, my mother! why do you
Sit firmly on the white calyx
Or?
I've fantasized about it countless times.
It's a chess piece sent.
And a born actor.
Prosperity or decline?
Yesterday's dust was on my trouser legs.
It doesn't matter.
The cycle of time.
Every newborn.
It all comes from the essence of my death at this moment.
Suck fresh blood
Pumpkin feast
Potatoes are transported from the north to the south.
Litchi and pineapple, from south to north.
Piles of pumpkins
Gather under the low eaves
The wind blows up dust.
Everything. On the road of fate
Life is a never say goodbye-forbidden party.
A few years later,
Piles of pumpkins
Separate in time
My father and mother are walking in the dark.
I don't know if it's in the sky or underground.
Listen to the call of fate
My parents lived a very short life.
After eating, they like pumpkins
I cherish the vulgarity and mediocrity when we met.
Fell in love with beans and cabbage in the days.
On earth, there are more fruits.
Don't ask dynasty change, white clouds change.
Still rushing between rounds of banquets.
diary
Dawn comes as promised.
Time, put on my worn-out feet
It's like a gift from god hasn't been recovered yet.
I'm in my body.
Run around, walk
Do something normal.
Make some noise in life.
unwritten
Is the blank of this day.
Climbing the ladder of poetry
Like the soul, before the body.
A written letter.
Due to the loss of a remote address
And you can't send it
Like a secret that will eventually be deceived by vanity.
Aesthetic, pure, dense, painful
Has been abandoned.
All the words and contents
reciter
I, a reciter from the mountains.
Have a Beijing accent
A local accent that cannot be covered.
The moisture is thick, like the tail of a cloud.
Easy to expose.
Stranger's secret
I am a reciter of southern accent and northern accent.
A flat tongue does not distinguish between Chu and Han borders.
The nasal cavity is just a hypothesis.
The letter n violates traffic regulations.
Always grabbing narrow-minded channels.
I am a pathological reciter.
Recite "Hundred Herbs"
It seems that it can cure an impregnable disease in the world.
Recite the moon,
As if there were no stars and flowers.
On earth, there is no such useless beauty
Recite the deserted threshing floor
In order to starve a few sentimental poets like me
I am a stubborn reciter.
As long as the firefly hasn't put out its lights.
The nightingale is still singing on the windowsill.
Nothing can stop me.
Recite tirelessly
I recite reproduction.
Also recite and copy
Recite the wreath around a woman's waist
Never back down's flame in men's eyes.
I recite love.
Also recite crying
Recite unexpected life
Also recite the inevitable death.
A river is crying day and night.
Run away for us.
I, a failed reciter
the rich
The heart is on the edge
Always pointing to the syllables on the tip of the tongue
defeat
Recite thorns into roses
Recite the sky as century park
Without the poet's consent
Without the reader's permission
Shiche bread
Can't fill the contemporary part of a poem.
Privately recited into Song, Tang, Wei and Jin Dynasties.
Let the sun climb over the corner of the dynasty.
We are backed by Nanshan.
Bright eyes warm the heart.
Ting Yun sings and listens to wild flowers to read.
Put yourself in this position.
Endless recitation
Love is love.
How I want to fall in love with you at the age of twenty.
Twenty-year-old flowers, not counting.
Twenty years of grass is too green, with no cover and no columns.
Twenty-year-old love exists all over the world.
How much I want to fall in love with you in your thirties and forties.
Full ears of wheat
Heavily, facing another texture.
Even if you meet a barnyard grass, it is good.
Even if you persist, it will not bear fruit.
Love once and die once.
Also called love
Call me by the name of a plant.
Under the fence of the village, on the path of the field.
With the love in your blood
Love comes from the roots.
Call me sweetly and eagerly.
Give me a humble name.
Give me some simple virtues.
Calling wormwood, pea flower and dandelion with your voice.
Call me in a hoarse voice.
Feeling the light, I can't speak.
I can't speak when I feel the water.
I just want to keep Sanchun, green to the horizon.
Bye, mom.
The bus carrying me
It has started slowly.
Mom, you stand there.
Like a gray stump.
Let me wave my arm.
You lost a yellow leaf.
Mom, you look at me from a distance.
So difficult
Gather together a calm cloud
Mom, clouds are gathering overhead!
You suddenly turned around.
A few drops of unstoppable rain.
Coming right away.
Cauliflower girl
In April, there was an east wind and running water, and they took turns to sit in the village.
There is a golden stage.
A girl in a cloth to show off the common people.
She sings Hua Dan.
See clearly and look good.
The action state of female laughter.
It's called rape flower
In that old opera, the cauliflower girl who despaired of life.
I've been staring at you
Follow you to the horizon
Butterflies are elegant, not frivolous.
It's not her fault that the bees are entangled.
At the age of 28, she drank the breeze and lit the moon.
Stole small particles of bright light.
In the first half of her life, she put a good reputation
Hey, I already gave it to the old romantic.
For the rest of her life, she put her innocent body
When people get stoves and fireworks.
Your life
In your life, hot and cold alternate.
One is an old man, and the other is a child.
Your life
Sometimes the head is too high.
Sometimes it hangs too low.
I can't find any sign of the steelyard.
Your life
Talk about clouds later.
We'll talk about rocks later.
Either too soft or too hard.
Every sentence is not an appropriate expression.
Your life
Less than a quarter of an hour ago
It's a quarter of an hour late
Always stay on the empty platform.
Your life
Carving himself.
Red, green, white and black.
There's always a pigment missing.
Nose, eyes, body, limbs
It can't be put in the right place.
Body, weight
There's always a scale missing.
This man has never been.
The one you want.
Pass by spring
I was eighteen and twenty.
Pink purple, quietly blooming in the thick aroma.
In the fence of moonlight,
I have a white horse, a tiger and a wolf.
The flowering period of a lifetime is so long
Sun and moon blind date, infatuation with each other.
On the eve of forty, I was still in love in pain.
Another person in my life
There is nothing to regret!
I open my lips until I die.
Like a rose in a flower, January is brilliant, the month is brilliant, and the year is brilliant.
I, lucky enough to be a woman, am determined to be loved by men and time.
Zuo you Zhen chong
I saw a butterfly on the wisteria in the park.
Butterfly wings are thin and transparent.
It's unfolding.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple.
Seeing that moment, I felt inexplicably sad.
I even want to hide myself.
As if to show beauty.
It flapped its wings gently.
Turn around and a half from the wisteria on the left.
On the wisteria on the right.
A beam of sunlight slanted in, dazzling.
Wonderful patterns, let me try my best to maintain them.
Three minutes of shock and confusion
I've been paying attention for a long time.
It looks like a butterfly is flawless.
I don't know who I am.
I can't say it.
I have a pair of broken wings.
You can't say it.
Between me and the life I love.
Never stop hurting each other for a moment
Reasons for love
Why not? Everything that exists naturally.
It must be beautiful.
On a sunny day, I say it's sunny.
Cloudy day, I say cloudy day is good.
The grass is green and the flowers are beautiful.
If I am mature, confident, simple, simple.
Put all the virtues of mankind
Put it on me.
The beauty hidden in the morning
Will be found.
Even if I don't talk
Any peach tree, gardenia, sugar cane
Will speak for me, too.
All the happiness, sweetness and attachment.
Plants still understand.
All the pain is bound to meet an old ginkgo tree.
Persistent medicinal plants
Heal me in a long and mediocre time
Love, please deeply preserve this precious tree.
Memories that don't want to disappear
Came to the lush treetops.
I've been here.
On an empty night, the string moon is busy harvesting the skylight.
The sickle of weeping is mine, and the more it is cut, the more desolate it becomes.
It's the world I pass by.
I have been here before.
Insect ants have broken limbs and feet tonight, and I have a shameful unintentional mistake.
Deep dew shines on the grass, which is God's mercy.
Fantasy gives birth to a thousand faces.
I've been here! With a gift from God.
It hasn't been presented to everyone yet.
After all, the world is still an incarnation.
I love him.
It's like walking with your head down and not being careful.
Hit the transparent glass
My timidity and cowardice hurt me.
I let this shadow hidden in shame love him.
I love him.
Just like my uterus is unhappy.
Gave birth to a daughter, with water as posture and jasper as bone.
I made this beautiful daughter love him.
I love him.
It's like a line of virgins coming out of my side.
On the other side, a line of sluts came out.
They shouted his name and shook hands.
Then it gives birth to a quiet atmosphere.
I let this long breath love him.
I love him.
Like dust jumping and notes flowing.
Joy overflowed into the water.
I let the afternoon sun shine.
Love his infinite luxury
I love him.
It's like crawling on my knees
I heard the wet flowers and bones carrying thousands of horses.
I made a lush battlefield fall in love with him
I love him.
It's like crossing the Dead Sea, time
Stand still.
I let a silent love him.
I love him.
It's like hollowing out the words in my body. I'm exhausted.
And this world can only be montage.
Put all the shapes and colors, light and shadow
Mind mapping!
I let this miserable and pale me love him.
On the trunk that doesn't like getting old.
It will shake all the stars.
Not with the wind, but with lush foliage.
It will replace the moon of any dynasty and become me.
Eternal lover
It will indulge a pair of hands.
Tear the criss-crossing warp and weft.
"My child!
At that time, we were not in this time and space.
We live in a more beautiful place,
Overhead, there are still twinkling stars. "
Now, it must be a person.
Say for it:
"Raw, on the raw white calyx.
Death, on the dark fruit of death.
Don't lament depravity and decay in sad language.
A rich fragrance
Turn the wheel of wisdom. "
Two trees in love
When I feel sad, I will go for a walk in the opposite forest.
The mysterious wind wandered among the treetops.
One leaf is greeting another leaf, saying affectionate words.
The two leaves are close together, but not there.
The sadness of the same tree is separated by the weak wind.
Even in the Woods, weak plants have their own life order.
The wind is blowing hard, but it doesn't change anything.
In it, I have a secret impulse.
I want to use a red ribbon.
Tie the two nearest trees together.
everywhere
Stronger than the tree rings on the trunk.
I want everyone passing by to know that these are two trees.
A tree in deep love
Eighth day
My handwriting is dressed up.
Blind flower seeds and fruits
Wherever the wind blows, it takes root and sprouts there.
The sky is too big to choose like my love.
On the eighth day, God went to drink.
Leave me to continue to create the world and master the power of life and death.
Dear queer
Dear glass lace ...
Dear brother and brother, sister and sister.
Dear flowers and fruits
Who trapped you in the variation of parts of speech?
I am a poet from other provinces.
My poem has no bottom line and no center.
Now I'll spread you out.
Like to spread my confusion, but also like to spread a strange country.
If the same sun illuminates your waters and rocks.
Will I bend over for another world?
Xiangshui workshop
Perfume is a mysterious introduction.
It seems that a certain day is just a perfume workshop.
It's like meeting you and me thousands of miles away only
Two spices were extracted in time.
Love ripples in time.
Calling your name, I will become dull. one
Gaseous me, hand in hand with you, running on the wet seaside.
Call your name, down: deep in the world of mortals, up: ladder.
A drop of water, in the illusion of clouds, goes back and forth.
I can't tell whether it is sweet, sour, salty or inexplicable.
Which is the smell of love?
Which is the aftertaste of love?
This wasted body. very/pretty similar
My insistence on the solid state of love. A natural perfume studio,
Only your name can be named.
Record a day
It's just that the pendulum wakes up at exactly seven in the morning.
Just colorful cotton, hemp and silk.
Who acts as a fig leaf?
But facial cleanser and toothpaste continue to be obscene-
Some clean water is dirty, and some water starts from pores.
have a bath
Just some pictures spread out in the background, mountains and rivers walking on the road.
Can't stop-even if this is a blind country.
It's just that the warm sun dispels the warm and sensitive clouds and squanders the family.
The cloudy day is still cursed.
But the tongue deviates from the heart, hands, feet and body.
Not in their respective positions
Just a sesame seed waiting for you to bend.
It's just the sound of pots and pans, the smell of sauce and vinegar, and the knocking of mouth and teeth.
It's just that some people stay put.
Some people spend 12 hours putting their heads.
Cut into sharp arrows
It's just a play where all the characters and props can't stop.
Who wants to stop?
This day can also be stopped)
dusk
Write it down: does it mean aging?
After a long silence, things showed a double image.
A name that is called softly.
Half is nostalgia, half is forgetting.
Dusk creates
A thin black and white partition
I'm not trying to cross
Just fly low against the light.
Before dark, I know
All you can give and receive is a glass of water.
This is the only truth:
When I love the world, I don't love myself.
I don't love you when I love myself.
How lonely people sitting in the dusk are.
The light of goodness that can tolerate the weak and evil.
Haven't flashed a team of black ants yet.
In front of her.
Crawl slowly, crawl slowly.
a poem
Be sincere and pious.
My breath smells at a constant temperature of 37 degrees.
I have black eyes and white teeth.
In his lifetime
I will work with everyone.
Empty words are the enemy.
My enemy
I will water you, feed you, dismember you and drown you.
When I die.
Please engrave on the tombstone.
Christine: an ethereal and substantial poem.
Don't trust God and poets.
The fish is already in the water.
Don't jump around and chew grass on the river bank.
The sheep kept its head down.
Silent animals
Is honest
I saw ants and beetles trampling on their elephants.
Is honest
Birds flying in the air
Didn't look up.
Talking about faith
Mountains don't need high decoration.
The sea doesn't need any big metaphor.
If God doesn't sneeze, cough, cry or laugh.
Silence will fall into deeper silence.
be given a commendation (for)
God who created the Garden of Eden and planted forbidden fruits.
On such a big frame of white paper
Imitate an emotional poet
July 24(th)
Put the neuroticism of May 12.
How many times have you committed it?
The poet took on all the responsibilities.
This left hand pushes hard on the chopping block.
The person who writes the tears of antelope in his right hand
A sympathetic expression
More like God than God.
situation
Walking in the street, in the crowd
Someone pointed at me and said, what a strange woman
Which cloud sailor?
Pinch me into a different person in the crowd?
Three feet above the ground
I can't see a living person.
Only the sound of emergency braking.
Drag me back to the solid world for a while
The happiness of women hiding in supermarkets and clothing stores
For me, this is a kind of torture.
How hard it is for my family.
Twenty years ago, my mother bowed her head and made me a wedding dress.
In the past twenty years, my man has a thread.
Sew me a dress.
Women sitting in front of the shop playing cards.
Their simple happiness
This really makes me jealous.
How I want to let myself fall into the colorful world.
Don't let happiness and sadness
Like the air in the air.
No one can see or touch it.
The midday sun carves you.
At noon today.
It is yours and mine.
Knowing each other: it is to use the same light and brightness as two people.
Inside everything, they are connected.
Your fingers, your lips and your face are shrouded in light and shadow.
It is a statue in my heart.
You have 10,000 names for 10,000 people.
When I am exhausted, I shape you alone.
You are mine.
Hand it over.
You have to give a gift of death.
-The light and the dark.
I think one person has everything.
Some things are precious that money can't buy.
One book a day, two.
These poems and periodicals
Brick attachment
My eight square meters cabin
Accounting for 10%
At this rate, it won't take ten years.
In this room.
I will be overwhelmed by these books.
Buried alive slowly.
At this rate, it won't take ten years.
These come from all over the world.
Spread poetry
We can build an empire with a vast territory and a rich world.
Its size is exactly what I think of the world.
Non-hydrated accessory
Dear friends, please continue.
One after another, day after day.
Buried alive.
I am a poor woman.
How luxurious.
Lying in a grave that is hard to buy.
Inner anger/frustration
I need a definite force.
Cross branches from one leaf to another.
I have an endless wilderness.
Ten thousand honest green plants breed ten thousand.
Reasons not to shed tears
But this cannot be delivered to the stubbornness between heaven and earth.
Let me bleed
Solidified on an upright needle tip
And that year, that January, that night, I recited it repeatedly and kept it.
Let the blue clock
It is also full of lingering violence.
Day after day, beating my body.
This pig iron
etude
keep quiet
Correct the sound of several blasting sounds
Overlapping call
The person next to you
The tip of the tongue should be soft and sweet.
It's like never tasting salt in the deep sea.
Set aside some days.
Dakaifa steet
Imitate the small leaves of sunflower.
Erase shadows and resentment
On clean white paper
Write down the list of ellipsis.
I will definitely fall in love with snails again.
I'll pick you out of the plural and return you to the plural.
These days, I turn a blind eye in the crowd.
Be one with you and push to the ground.
A real scene
Above the flowers of the world
I stare at you blindly, and you are blind.
You are above the crowd, the road and my three meals a day
Until tonight, I tripped over the narrowness of human nature.
Hear the sound of the body wall collapsing.
My clear facial features, voice, smell,
Wandering in a sea of people
The world suddenly became empty.
As if the peach blossoms were shaking.
Osmanthus fragrans is shaking
Reed flowers shake and tears shake.
Let's leave now. At this moment, we will be far away from each other.
Catch the first ray of sunshine at sunrise tomorrow.
Return to all sentient beings
It's almost dawn.
The world I deeply love is still full of sunshine, air and water.
I sigh on the earth.
Plants hide their surnames, while people hide their faces.
This is the last time I love.
I will definitely fall in love with these flowers again.
I will definitely fall in love with snails again.
I'm sure I'll love you until I'm covered in phosphorus and the pain is unbearable
I'm sure I still love you
From then on, my love.
There is no limit, no end.
No matter how the wind blows, it seems to be made of raisins.
The road is illusory.
A car full of illusory peach blossoms, chasing a car full of illusory yellow flowers.
When I wrote a dream, this heart was put into practice.
At this time, no matter how the wind blows, it seems to be made of raisins.
Grass on the earth
Crop after crop.
Don't say anything, okay?
Needless to say, I am your friend, relative or lover.
Needless to say, you are my neighbor, border or capital.
Wind and clouds,
Let them speak for themselves.
You and I, just listen quietly.
It's like meeting a chaotic planet in a vast era.
You are still you, and I am still me.
Some words are rotten and some are sprouting.
chronic ailment
Grope in the dark
There should be a switch.
1 of "pa", the wind went out, the water went out, cutting off the power supply of sadness.
High fever, migraine, inexplicable swelling and pain in the right wisdom tooth.
People with long beards in gray robes haunt the room quietly.
Release the bitterness as old as the moon
In the inherent chronic disease.
The river always flows back depressingly.
How much I cherish those innocent fish.
Leave me on my flippers
Put a country in a vast water area.
My freedom knows no boundaries.
Where's my fish
Extremely humble
Tonight, it did its best, but it was gloomy.
To the lower reaches of the river