The night wind flashed in through the half-open window.
Hiding by my side cunningly
Waiting to be caught in the dark
Serious lyric poetry
We are at an impasse.
Miss you together, miss you.
Empty all drowsiness.
At the end of this dawn
It's at the end of no way back.
I have to say, say
I love you.
Poetry 2: Deep in Time
Summer afternoon, there is always some trance.
Walking on that road reminds me of the old days.
The sunshine is the same as before. Hexinzhoushang
The reeds are dense, and the reeds chirp in it.
The forest is silent and the river is soup.
At that time, the slopes of the city walls were covered with thatch.
In the shade of the tree, I sat not far away, with small flowers.
Shallow and charming.
Then I left, and Xiaohua was just in time.
Bloom. Even though there is rain and wind, they still
Keep the heart of vegetation as bright as ever.
Let the years be treasured in your heart.
In fact, after all these years, after leaving them.
Often, the hillside in my dream is always full of that.
Let life pity, pink flower.
I know that my years are deeper than all my memories.
In this life, I can't think of what I have forgotten.
It is also a brilliant flower in the depths of these years.
Remember, even inadvertently, it is hard to forget.
Poetry 3: The Long River of Time
Twilight.
Still as elegant as a dream
The setting sun caresses the leisurely clouds.
Cangshan is very quiet
The past is the past.
Get to know each other because of meeting.
Get together and leave.
You rush with me.
At their respective starting lines
Rush about busily
With the memory of time
Fade slowly
short time
Have a shallow face
Every time I'm free,
Curled memory
You will float in the air.
But it hit the heart like a heavy hammer.
In the days to come.
I also learned to forget.
Like an ice spring deep in a mountain.
Wipe off the residual snow on your body.
And those
Slowly melt your mind.
But it has a rough wave.
The desire for distant rapids.
through
A crack in the eye
get wet
Your officer's long hair
Kono silence
break through the clouds
Whispering of the wind
The shallow singing voice suddenly became speechless.
Most of the time,
I seem to have
It is dreams that interpret reality.
Just want to hide behind the years.
Slowly solidify into
An ancient wall.
Feel the erosion of wind and rain
To experience the helpless desolation.
Let it go.
Gradually flow into the wound
Let all the memories
Gather together in the long river of years
Poetry 4: Traces of Time
The night is particularly clear.
waning crescent moon
Wandering alone under the night sky
Clouds are tightly around.
Around it.
Tell about lingering expectations
There is not a breath of wind.
cold air
Prevaricate with mild expectations
The windmill of thought
It became like this.
Think about it carefully
Own way
But found
I got it at first.
Lose one's mourning
miss
Compared with what has been achieved.
It's nothing more than a bottle
Shaking clear water
When it's full
Natural flow
Empty days
Loneliness remains the same
Many experiences
Like fallen leaves in autumn
Wandering around and finally falling into the soil.
Become a lost story
Open your palm slowly.
Traces of time
The palm of your hand is carved with lines.
In this stormy place
And dust.
Experience life slowly.
Bitter with sweet.
you said
Only those people in blowing in the wind.
The past can be a story.
I am just one of the stories.
One of the most humble roles.
In the flowery season
flower
A season passed silently.
you said
Only sad singing and dancing scenes.
Let you have the feeling of memories.
but I ...
Only silently.
Say to you silently
Own life
Only oneself understand.
My own day
Only you know.
In the eyes of others
Under gorgeous clothes
Who knows how hard it is to hide?
With the cold and pain of forgetting
A window that stands by.
I became a landscape.
And you're right across from me.
No matter what I do.
Find your figure
In the cold night
Can't reveal the disappearance.
An upside-down or forgotten plot
Stories in the landscape
The scenery in the story
On a quiet night
So gently passed away.
Maybe you understand.
The ethereal spirit of "wind"
But never know.
Elegance of "Cloud"
Maybe it was the last mistake.
finally
Hiding in this watery autumn
Poetry 5: The Gully of Time
An old woman whose wrinkles you mercilessly carved,
Snuggle up beside my stubborn little grandson.
This is how myths and legends have been handed down.
"A fearless warrior,
Insert the sword in his hand into the center of the river,
Since then, the river has been diverted from our front door. "
Ancient legends have been circulating for thousands of years.
Your winding river flows through the spinal cord of generations!
The river bank is lush,
The river is deep and bottomed out.
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset!
Cross-strait work and rest never stop.
A strong man dragged his net and leaked it.
Women go to fetch water and clean clothes,
We play in your arms,
From time to time, I will pick up pottery fragments from the bottom of the river to witness your years.
On a summer night,
Neighbors gathered under the carambola tree,
Happy laughter and cheerful voices.
Your winding river is still flowing quietly!
Bad kids are growing up.
Your bank is gradually becoming silent.
There are countless machines pulling your spinal cord in the middle of the water.
Today's children never dare to look for the pottery pieces deposited by your years;
Poplar trees are full of depressing air.
Instead of white light every night.
Why don't you take me away?
Why did you let go of the hand holding my foot at the last minute?
Leave me alone to face the dead silence of more than ten years!
Tonight, you are still flowing slowly in my heart!
But it has quietly washed out countless gullies in my heart!
Poetry 6: the scars of years
The green ocean was once submerged.
A few roses in memory
The affectionate night covered my sad eyes.
Snow and moonlight gave me silver light.
Boundless white clouds scatter happy flower buds all over the sky.
It turns out that all primitive impulses and love
All planted here.
All life began to sprout.
Those seemingly simple and complicated languages
Carved on a hard wind wheel.
The scar left by the rotation time
The land I once missed.
Pass behind you
Leave my promise in the past life.
That agreement expresses eternal love.
Poetry 7: A pot of honey wasted years.
The rain kept falling and took away the withered ground.
Tears reflect the splendor of the sunset glow.
Stroll in the spring breeze
Carve out a faint fragrance
Let the wind and rain be more violent.
Wash away your dust and fatigue.
Roses dancing lightly in the rain
You are the only light in my sunshine.
Although my love is very humble.
Pick up the flying petals again and again.
Weave a dream-chasing net
The spring breeze gave me tireless wings.
A bee, hunched over, flies far away.
Brew a pot of honey, and a pot of honey will waste years.
The night also made me lose my way.
Looking for it, it turns out that you have been by my side.
Not far away, blooming together in heaven.
Poetry 8: Years
Not greedy or extravagant.
Because I only have a plow and a pair of hands.
I plow the land with a walking plow.
Take back the heart
With imagination, I put one dream after another.
Sow into the ground
The season is old, and the words are old.
By the river, I washed away the scars of poetry.
In rags, now
I'm just a poor scholar
Baiyun, hometown, tomorrow ...
How much I want to go with you.
Drink a cup of sunset and get drunk.
I was so drunk yesterday that I couldn't find my way.
Autumn wind, please tell me.
Who can harvest my barren years?
It's morning and it's sunset.
Or is the moonlight holding new words?