Holly's poems
Once upon a time, it was a walk
The flowers are blooming, thank you. Birds fly and then disappear.
Running snakes usually get into the grass, and no one knows where they have gone.
Life can be born without your permission.
This world preserves the evidence that all mountain animals were born for the first time.
The sun that shines in summer will shine in winter.
There are no five seasons in a year for us to squander.
But the mountain is not high enough, the moon is not high enough, the water is not long enough and the time is not long enough.
No matter how strong the wind is, it is invisible. There is rain in the clouds, as our ancestors said.
My dear relatives buried in the soil.
After so many years, no one has grown up.
Before long, the sun will set and rise again.
The earth is too old to lose its gravity and is still creaking.
I used to walk, but now I'm running.
Does this have anything to do with the rotation and revolution of the earth?
It's only a matter of time before you leave this world. Take your time.
When a man meets a woman, love falls into the stereotype of loving the body. Love lies more than love truth.
Samsara is a circle, and eventually and initially will meet sooner or later.
It's just that at that time, everything has become a thing apart.
The beauty of life is broad and cruel, and the body mourns for death.
We tried to tell everything, but nothing knew us.
Many years later, I am no longer alive.
It's a pity that I'm gone in spring!
Only "-"can guide you to return the year of birth along the year of death.
Watch the low wind blowing through trees, grass and people.
I didn't know how beautiful the world was until I died.
No wonder the rain broke away from the clouds again and again and ran to the emptiness of the earth.
Visit those unscrupulous flowers and plants, and visit the smoky villages.
I walked high, overlooking the city I passed.
This makes me unconsciously live in a busy world. For others, dusk is fading.
Tiangong is fine, but I just want to ask God for leave.
A day trip back to earth. God certainly won't allow it. ...
Well, learn to cherish these things while you still want to understand them.
Live and let go, and then stop worrying and sad, and be happy.
During the Qingming Festival, light rain hits the cemetery and the sky opens.
Everything that wakes up in spring is taken care of alive.
The name of the sea is simple.
The word sea is simple and crisp.
Can it withstand the overwhelming blue smoke and painful water?
With thousands of gestures to express thousands of feelings, the sky is a loyal audience.
The world accidentally learned about its literary characteristics when watching it, and the passion soon came.
Without saying anything, he took some stones and never heard from them again.
Let other stones secretly assemble into antagonistic reefs, and let the sound of years be photographed.
Snow-covered waves stretch out light blue fingers to wash the sun's heels.
The collective upward movement of countless blue fingertips endows the sea level with bones and dignity.
The entanglement of wind and waves gave birth to a magnificent scene.
Swallow fish and the geometry of life. Who dares to underestimate the power of a drop of seawater?
Wave after wave, climb ashore to see the world.
Do vague whispers and spit out the bitterness in the belly of the sea for thousands of years.
Where did the sea come from ten thousand years ago, and where did the sea come from ten thousand years later?
If you can't find the answer, you can only bow to fate and pay tribute to the creator.
The name of the sea is as simple as that, like a little blue leaking out.
Curious, I always wanted to go back to that named dynasty.
Go to the outside world
There are fewer and fewer things that are touched, and it feels too late.
Outsiders hiding in the dark saw that I was eager to get rid of the inertia of a wrinkled and lazy life.
Pull yourself out of this world and put it back on the teenager's left hand, and put a straw ring on his right hand.
The rings behind me forced me to retreat, leaving my heart in danger of isolation.
If I had known this, I would have stayed in the depths of time and in ancient times at the beginning of creation.
Today is Nuwa Festival. Pick white clouds and drink wine to cover the moon.
Birds sing in spring, wheat is in their bones, and everything is primitive.
The earth looks like the earth, and it's not too late to turn a day into a year.
Time seems to go faster and faster, and it will go beyond the world.
That's what I thought. I want to catch up with it in a hundred years.
Now I have to pity the heavy body and the faint sunshine.
Talking about heaven while being loyal to this world does not question reincarnation in front of God.
Cross the world
I started from the small station called umbilical cord in my hometown.
Seize the frivolous running water and soft time
I want to ride the wind and waves, and go to the magnificent.
Be a non-stop passer-by and reach the vicissitudes of life.
How I like it! Looking at the bird in the mirror, catkins are wrapped around the smoke in the kitchen.
Dust, wild flowers and lights reflect the beauty of light and shadow in the world.
Whose feet were drowned by the heavy mud?
Whose mind is open when the sky is like a dream?
Slowly extend to the human waist.
I only love a person's journey and the life that others have loved.
Flowers are blooming on lonely wounds along the way.
Binding a person's love and hate is a person's history.
I cover my thoughts with brilliance and moss.
Then simply use cloth and coarse tea to support your life.
That guy named Shishi eloped with me.
We agreed to be my best friends when I was old.
A bunch of swaying white chrysanthemums indicates impermanence of life and death.
Live if you don't have time, or die if you don't have time.
Life is a mystery, and fate is the bottom.
How many people try to restore or analyze through puzzles?
Crossing the world is to perform a ceremony.
At this ceremony, I will ask the question of life and death to the end.
Then I exposed my love in a handful of ashes.
Season after season, the world is full of flowers.
Can the station bear ups and downs and sadness?
These have nothing to do with passers-by
Rose woman
You have a charming fragrance.
My body is fed with salt, water and blood.
You put poison on the tip of a rose on your skin.
Let the dreamer claim acacia
How much acacia did you borrow to squeeze into rose's heart?
Sacrifice love shorter than flowering period!
Cold eyes, imaginary moments.
The kind of despair that has no sound and color.
Love is soft.
All debts cannot be exhausted in words.
The reluctant woman borrowed a rose needle.
Measure the distance from this world to eternity
Women, let's go back to the shame of ancient times.
Weak willows seek water in the wind.
Unite the dead love in the sky
Fall in love with a husband and sing with a woman.
Or take a flowered skirt through the bitter rain lane.
Write a sonnet next to my sharp raindrops.
Swear by running water and be resurrected in purity.
No matter how much you love under the lamp, you also lack military forces.
Love complexity with the tolerance of the river.
Running water will not rot, and keep the freshest irrigation.
Concentrated into a person's seas run dry and rocks crumble.
Living in another person's eternal life, there is enough oxygen.
We must try our best to lower our morale.
Empty desire is more important than falling in love with lead China.
Be kind to the softness and waste in the depths of fate.
Let happy wounds meet flowers in bones.
That year
That year, heavy snow threatened spring with goose feathers, and everything was at a loss.
This does not affect my simple life and running all the way.
The relaxation of youth preserved in the body is released to a certain extent.
If my right foot hadn't tripped, my left foot would have almost run to me.
When the snow melts, go to Nanshan to watch bamboo poles catch beautiful bones.
Enthusiastic about rural things and reading paper books.
Until I hit a knife with green spots and blood and tears and smashed the flowers.
The dark ending forced me to negotiate with death.
An invisible hand passes through the sweetness in the air.
I used a less bright means to expose myself.
The surviving flesh and blood seized the fragmented rescue.
There is nothing to complain about except biting your lip and accepting it alone.
Qian Shan's illness forced me to succumb to my fate.
Advise me to cultivate my mind and have 10 thousand tons of compassion!
Hidden scars appear behind life in the form of lightning.
Pull out the bitterness of youth and feed things other than food.
A cracked body still has gold under its knees and refuses to kneel.
Life has become more difficult than before, hiding desolate beauty.
There is no one who is my enemy in this world. The essence of living is that I have unyielding resistance.
From hundreds of millions of years of silence to hundreds of millions of years of silence.
In the distant future, a year will soon pass.
I saw a rusty train line missing.
I don't want to fight with anyone, and I don't care if I leave.
I just want to forget my misfortune and use blx to calmly suppress the pain for the rest of my life.