Dark poetry group

sunset

one

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the evening breeze blew.

The sun is like a persimmon that is eroding.

Roll into the distant Woods.

My feet are walking slowly in the wind.

City. Lawn. A kite flying against the wind

Surrounded by noise

I just need a look or a gesture.

You can make the whole night dark.

But how long do I have to walk in the sunset?

Fall down. Soaring. Revelry. die

The old man sat in the wind.

At dusk, hold your breath.

The pores no longer sound.

Looking at the sunset in the distance from the color of blood

Rot into large pieces of black

keep one's countenance

Second,

Six p. m. Actually, it's only six o'clock in the afternoon.

Ants live by luck.

The world is divided by light bit by bit.

The lights in the wind are hot and cold.

At this moment

I will remember the color of the lamp.

Remember the midnight song?

Remember a ringing horse.

How to fly over the window

three

The wind blows

Never come back.

A man came quietly.

A person is secretly sad.

Someone in the midnight light

Sew a button.

A needle or thread-a little property

Wear both sides of the cloth

One side is thought.

One side is fatigue.

At that time, I will remember.

Bashu mother

And my father who didn't go home.

However, the sun always sets.

What else is invisible?

Relatives left one by one.

Relatives came one after another.

Is there anything else we haven't seen?

Is there anything we don't remember? !

Sunset world

Make everything bright.

Blurred years

I'm in a flash of light

Looking for a glass of broken wine and old friends

But I-

I still can't remember.

Don't remember the dying bell

How many buttonwood trees were shot down?

Homeless migratory birds

four

One night.

Let many people wander in their dreams.

Street lights flashing

The waves are under the tree.

Who will come at night?

Touch the night in Maoming

Darkness puts the word snow

Put it in the book

My children who grew up in the south are eager for snow.

a snow

A world dyed white.

A snow washed the world into a world.

But the sun is going down.

The wind on the road tightened for a while.

I walked along the water of Xiaodong River.

Walk bit by bit

There are many things to remember.

There are many things forgotten again.

I'll tell my children.

The color of snow

And the old house in my hometown

Under the gray tiles.

Those lights that are beyond redemption.

……

The sun finally went down.

When I want it.