Hometown at this time
It's time to get busy.
Welcome distant relatives
Cooking smoke is full of love thoughts.
childhood
It's always hard to forget
A few crooked jujube trees and a handful of yellow mud.
Let your heart open a beautiful scene.
I am far away.
Dip in ink and stare
Through sugarcoated berries and marshmallows.
go through all the vicissitudes of life
Fingertips string together an inch of time.
My mother always has tears in her eyes.
Do you miss your father or care about homeless people?
Flash thoughts shine in the flying snowflakes.
I want to be alone.
Follow the direction of the snow.
Go to my father's grave first.
Don't miss it, don't talk about desolation.
Tell him we're back.
Everything is fine at home.
Mother's body is still healthy.
A few bottles of wine and some cigarettes are outside your grave.
The sunset dyed the morning glow red.
I want to describe it with my heart
Everything in my hometown
Wait until the spring blossoms, and slowly count the time.
Original Winter Modern Poetry II
The north wind roared.
This is the soul of winter
And an old man in winter.
A long moan
Sting, I'm depressed
A bitter and lonely heart
Vilen is pale.
Depressing and suffocating
Like a giant morgue.
I stayed there.
Life is like this.
No past.
dead leaves
Blown away by the wind
This is the red leaf I once wrote.
No words.
There is only a little left.
Traces of sobbing
There is a bell in the air.
There are so many people in vilen.
They all held up a dead leaf.
Solemn and depressing
At the foot is shrinking snow.
The sky is white clouds rolled up by the wind.
Original Winter Modern Poetry III
Winter without snow
Very lonely
The whole winter.
Is lonely
lonely
As in the gray sky.
The one in the distance
A lonely tree
The one on the roof
A towering chimney
The one in front of me
Birds fly quietly.
Wipe with your fingertips.
Curl and drift
Blue Smoke
Like a bitter battle
I still miss it.
I
Original Winter Modern Poetry IV
dear
Who is it?
In this one
Another one.
chilly winter
Open your heart
Keep you warm
And the swinging one.
Clear wind chimes
Will it be very weak?
Enter your cool dream
Covered with layers of dust
guitar
Will pick and ring
Your heartstrings?
Just as eager
Call your birth name
mother
As silent as ever.
Watching you grow up
father
Like grandma's grave.
Green and yellow
mourning apparel
Original winter modern poetry v
The cold wind roared
raise
Rows of camel bells
The echo of the sunset deep in the desert
depth
Camels dispelled the flame of history.
Camel's longing for love under the moon
The camel flew straight into the air.
Bursts of wild goose trails
Yuan Dong's Six Modern Poems
Don't complain
Even in this winter
A night of power failure
Holding a lamp alone
Dim candlelight
You are better than the little match girl.
happy
Modern Poetry in the Original Winter VII
After this winter,
I will leave
In a remote place
Go to a place where you can quietly.
Where I miss you.
In silence
Forget you
Eight modern poems in the original winter
This winter week
A little deserted
Cold and cheerless as on vilen.
The one with the tombstone
grave
Passing a field full of wheat
My hands are empty.
Take time to sign
Didn't take away a single seed.
I didn't take it with me.
A green leaf
Nine modern poems in the original winter
My idea is simple.
Simplicity reminds you
In the wheat field
Vigilant farmers
or
Just unearthed
Qin and Han bamboo slips
Ten Modern Poems of Yuan Dong
night
That is the ashes after the burning of life.
That is the ashes after the burning of time.
It is the burning ashes of missing.
By the bonfire that created the night.
I looked up alone.
Original modern winter poetry XI
cold
But under the hard and calm ice
Undercurrent surge
In a gentle way.
Cold winter
Gave it to us.
Alternative
hope