Poetry is like a heart lamp flying all over the sky
I don't want to go to see your long journey
I don't want to disturb your pain
I try my best to turn poetry into your best respiratory pain
Although there are too many stories and too few words
A volume of poems can't hold the longest tearless pain in my life
I learn to light the lamp by moonlight. Even the words have lost their pain
stepping on the ice of time
not looking back and not escaping
there are not many wonderful shots when walking alone
only the tenacity and the depth of the heart
lying down after writing is also the direction
singing and breathing is not afraid of traveling
The trumpeter of this short poem
The person who lies divides the heart of the poem into satisfaction. A ferocious smile < Let
a person go forward
The bright eyes are filled with your courage to go forward
The gurgling water turns into a figure of a poem going forward
Loneliness also has a figure
The wind and frost try to destroy your mind and make you look dull
Find a reason to send a poem with a nervous antithesis
All the contents in all corners
Can't wash away the contents of the sentence under this question mark
. Dazzling leaves float into the traceless
I also ask if I can have worries
Smile and be silent in the mud
I also ask if I can have dreams
The order to stop under duress can't hold the impulse of this mind
I still pick up my pen
Light my mind and March forward in the cold
It's my asceticism
It's just the touch of this poem
. Flowers bloom in the hope of spring.
Singing songs hold the praise of life rhymes in this life.
A wordless ending.
Living in that thick poem alone.
No matter how light the light is, it will be bright.
Against the strong wind, I will support this starry poem lamp for you.