Spring sorrow
It's hard to force people to see mountains in spring.
The past is thrilling and makes people cry.
Four million people cry at the same time,
Today last year, Taiwan Province Province was cut.
homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
Hours later
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
Homesickness is a narrow ticket when you grow up.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
See you later, huh?
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom, ah, it's in there.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
I feel that Jiang Bingkun, vice chairman of the Kuomintang, visited the mainland for the first time in 56 years;
All my compatriots belong to dragons,
State affairs are more important than party affairs.
Half-life sounds are definitely frosty,
A line of geese shed tears.
Brothers are United in gold,
Brothers and sisters are at odds.
Even if the rebel is the president,
Don't go into the graves of China's ancestors!
Poetry 12.9
When the ideal is surrounded and killed by the realistic army, don't give up easily, try your best to save her.
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Without the protection of the sun, Leng Yue and Lone Star colluded with the darkness.
Occupy this day and this land.
Bare-chested, tied to a cliff,
Long hair was bitten by the strong wind, and crows whined all over the sky.
Fierce falcons circled overhead. ...
Oh, you prisoner of war in the fierce battle at the end of fate!
Oh, you unfortunate prisoner in reality!
How did you annoy them?
How did you offend them?
They want to torture you like this.
You must be so unruly that you always want to change something!
You must be too violent, you must destroy something!
You are always dissatisfied with reality, which often worries me.
I'm always afraid that when you make trouble again,
And you're really right. You've really made a big mistake.
You don't like a lifeless life, so you shout.
Shake the sky and the sea and turn the world upside down.
You can't stand the moldy atmosphere and decadent ideas.
Wild into the west wind, galloping like Kuafu, roaring like thunder,
Driving them around, no place to live, disturbing your dreams.
Oh, wild elves!
What makes you so jealous of evil?
Why, so unruly and cynical?
However, arrogant, world-weary and bohemian heroes!
Even if you are deeply disappointed with the cruelty of reality,
Even if the edges and corners of life really hurt you.
You shouldn't break the wings of the wind,
Plant all the seeds in the ground,
Disturbed and destroyed the sun, moon and stars!
You really pissed them off!
They threw you into the thorn tree of life, and you were black and blue.
They tied you to a cliff and left you hungry and cold.
They will burn you with lightning and electricity,
Or throw it into purgatory to suffer.
Oh! But some of you have suffered, and some of you have suffered.
You are covered with scars on the cliff and your long hair is loose.
Bite my lips and stare at the sky and the sea,
There is a spark of hope burning in the eyes of expectation.
My dear lover, my suffering brother,
You bring me light and hope.
Now that you are in trouble, how can I forget myself and fear death?
How can I watch you being trampled on?
I will save you, I will save you.
But! Your enemies are so powerful.
Their army is a 300-mile company battalion,
They have thousands of warships and countless fighters.
They are eight feet tall, armed and armed with sharp knives.
They are as strong as bears and as fierce as tigers.
As cruel and vicious as a wolf.
Terrible! They are so powerful.
Allah refused to send reinforcements,
He hates that I can't worship and praise him like Adan and Hawa.
God Jesus hesitated,
He also blames me for not contacting him much on weekdays.
Buddha Sakyamuni was timid and hid in a cave, not wanting to cause any more trouble.
They are all liars, always ready to help.
But when it came to the crunch, it was gone.
Oh! Liars, a bunch of liars, I won't beg you again.
I want to rely on myself, I am a descendant of the dragon, I am a descendant of the Chinese people!
Grandpa Pangu lent me your axe!
Grandpa Hou Yi, give me your magic arrow!
I will lead my dragon warrior,
Break through the net of fate, break through the cage of reality,
Help her! Help her!
Oh! The wind is blowing and the horses are barking.
Thunder is roaring, thunder is roaring!
Note: This article is the third prize of the "December 9th" Poetry Competition.
"Spring has come, but I can't see her."
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( 1)
I always feel that it is some unbearable pain.
Trekking hard and swaying helplessly.
There is no wind, from the flowers in March to the fruits in October.
Everything has nothing to do with them, everything is the world they have forgotten.
I always thought it was a thorn.
Stuck firmly in the depths of the heart blood vessels.
There are no more meteors in the sky. The air is too dark to read.
But in the dark, no one has ever handed a slender lamp.
There is always no light, passing through their bodies.
They seem to talk only in silence.
Carrying heavy tears, shouting on the edge of survival.
They just seem to wander in nothingness.
Shake your weak shoulders and shake the saddest scenery in October.
No one is more eager for the temperature of 37℃ than they are.
No one yearns for an 8㎡ building more than them.
However, no one uses the most primitive movements and the most convenient gestures.
Open the curtain of the night and open the shackles of people's hearts.
(2)
The displaced heart is exhausted, and it's really time to find a village to sleep.
And it's dark at night, and I can't see my fingers.
More walks, the pious road-
To a country full of prosperity and beauty.
Don't, so they became a helpless scenery?
Timidly bumped into each other in the conversation.
Measure the distance between a person and a group of people.
Is it 100 meters, 1000 meters or longer?
Don't, that is a group of people who know better and grasp better?
Within the distance, beyond the soul
One meter, one centimeter, even within reach.
That dignity is noble and sacred!
Or is the distance only in the fingers, but the dignity is far away?
One side fell completely, while the other side hung him high.
(3)
Just for an autumn leaf, it burned the whole brilliant spring.
The forest retreated like a fire and condensed into a humble waist.
Heavily stationed, under the worship of many storms.
Helpless, the air is almost convulsed by silence, in cracks near freezing point.
Simple music put away the smile and moistened everything in sunshine and beauty.
Sighed and began to tune with the melody.
Dance freely along the arc of body and mind.
The colors there are quiet, and millions of pixels just freeze them hard.
Face, then enlarge is also a face of sadness.
Eyes like fire, accidentally burned a harmless joke in the world:
"We closed our eyes and thought we couldn't see."
I am speechless, and I can't explain them one by one.
Some kindness and tenderness.
Locked in a coat pocket
Holding a two-dollar coin, it's cold.
It's like they turn a blind eye.
(4)
Tears are not only flowing with rapt attention.
An action will not only fall, but also hurt the ground between the courts.
It's cold here, like a soul salvaged from the water.
I still don't want to stare, but I can't leave with hope.
But all my eyes are just the same blood line.
Every serious look is lonely and sad.
And the lost note is just a distant call.
Even a fragile breeze can easily tear it apart. ...
Broken, together with the sad scenery, talk about the scenery.
Weathering in the most fragile desert in Huize.
Weathering in the corner where the smile has the least weight.
How much sympathy does it take to keep one tombstone from bowing to another?
How much pity does it take to keep one crying from being replaced by another?
When they stretch out such vicissitudes.
How can you have the heart to let them go back empty-handed?