It's cold. It's suffocating.
It's dark and I can't see each other clearly.
It's deep. It feels like a bottomless abyss.
Just because I missed a platform.
An angry lion, growling like a demon.
Swallowed up rational emotions.
Distorted human nature, indulgence and indifference
Tread on one's conscience
Fourteen innocent lives
I was thrown into the surging Yangtze River by selfishness and ruthlessness.
In an instant, it became a hardship without moral cultivation.
It's almost too late.
rescuer
Saved countless lives
But failed to save his father's life.
child
Life has just begun to set sail.
Killed in cold blood.
How many families, family reunion?
It has become a hopeless expectation for the future.
……
Maybe at the moment of falling into the water, a soul will introspect.
But the world and heaven are only one step away.
There is only one difference between reason and losing control.
Almost, too late.
The Yangtze River whimpers and the autumn wind mourns.
The clouds are low and everything is solemn.
Falling is a living life.
It is morality and conscience that sink.
The dead rest in peace and the living wake up.
May the death knell never ring for the audience again.
(The feeling of Chongqing bus crashing into the river)
I used to be a member of the sea.
A fierce wave was caught off guard.
From then on, I was black and blue all over.
Floating on the sea
The dream of returning to China is rugged and arduous.
The white clouds in the sky leave me young and green.
The dew of summer grass shines with my youthful confusion.
The autumn frost congealed my rugged trek.
The ice and snow in winter reflects my unyielding temper.
Bloom your heart? Persistent loneliness
The stream is singing, and finally
Watch the waves chase and play.
The sea opened her wide arms.
Negligently
Misguided by the dense forest.
That's tall and straight, that's great.
That unruly waywardness
The publicity of ghostly personality
It used to stop me from being obsessed.
I came to your world.
A ray of oblique light
Across the sky
Also through leafy orchards.
The white juice of magic dandelion
Infiltrate from your forehead
It is also the most beautiful sunset.
The disappearance of a red mole
Confirmed the magic of everything.
I came to your world.
Maybe it's the missing white gouge.
Can tolerate all shortcomings.
I used hibiscus as an excuse.
Pay for your simplicity again and again.
From simple caves to warm dining tables
From desert wasteland to southwest border
Secular and complicated life
Words are the magic sword that penetrates the secular world.
I came to your world.
It's just a long way to go.
On the road, yellow leaves are everywhere.
Too many flowers on the other side.
It stung my eyes.
Write down the tenderness in the depths of time
Still can not reach the poetic distance.
At this point, how good is safety.
Once the misty smoke.
Countless times, arouse
The feelings of homeless people who miss their loved ones
What rises is the firewood dried by the years.
Into the fire of homesickness.
Make a table of delicious food
It attracted the call of mother to go home one after another.
The night sky mapped by the setting sun echoes the happiness of farmers' reunion.
The smoky place is where my hometown lives.
Over the years, smoke has been everywhere.
In the air, mother's wrinkles climbed up her forehead.
Mother's hair was stained with frost in the rising smoke.
Over the years, my mother has also turned into smoke from a distant place in my hometown.
……
In the evolution of civilization
Wandering figure between houses in hometown.
Lose weight in the footsteps of years.
Thin, thin
Eternal expectation in a dream
Negligently
Meet in the morning light
I was caught off guard by a surprise.
Like a little comfort.
Like a shower from the sky.
Countless rabbits are running around in their hearts.
Skip the closed ditch
Cheer? Even crazy.
Love blooms beautifully in the morning light.
That moment
Waiting for the sun to brush my cheek.
The brilliance in my heart instantly drowned my feelings.
I greet you with great joy.
You are not a charming red rose.
In the early spring, you are tall and straight, and you have just grown a new green poplar.
You are the lush Ligustrum lucidum and the green French phoenix tree.
I cut out the most beautiful sunshine in the morning.
Welcome you for a long time.
I adjusted the most beautiful mood this spring.
Coming to you in the sun.
My eyes are full of the heat of early summer.
To touch the smiling face that is singing.
Listen to the beauty that warms the heart.
With a calm heart
To cover up the heart lake
Surging heat flow
At the moment, I don't know the fire in my heart
Can you ignite long-lost feelings?
Li Huilan, whose net name is Lan Xue, is a middle school teacher from Wanrong, Shanxi. I like writing and poetry, and my works are scattered in various magazines. Time goes by without trace, and he is good at capturing the wonderful details of life with quiet and beautiful words, leaving a little fragrant memory for ordinary life. ...