The author of "Sparrow": Liu Weifeng
Always wrapped in that
eternal gray mandarin jacket
Never seems to be aware of it
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Bad chirping
Sometimes, even
can’t lock the gluttonous mouth
I was intoxicated
The singing of lark was also admired by the elegance of the peacock
Fantasy, knotted in reality on the feather tips, pressed under the feet, every inch of the intestines
stuffed with pests Concerns
"Sparrow"
The wind is not afraid of the cold
The snow is not afraid of the cold
Sparrows in the field
Listening to high-voltage wires blowing whistles
The insects have stung
The food and grass have been stored up
The smoke has also disappeared
Stay away from the rural huts
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Poor that bird
Where to stay
Sparrow Poetry
2023/02/03 Classic Article
Sparrow Poems (Selected 20)
Laughter from the White Hell
Text/Written by Mahayana Poetry Society
Snowflakes are telling crows the rules of approaching beauty
The big and small sparrows who want to catch their dreams are laughing
Laughing at the ignorance of snowflakes and the stupidity of crows
Laughing at the smallness of the world and the meanness of the sun
< p>The crows couldn't help but laugh tooSnowflake professionally gave two crows two mouths
The big and small sparrows still wanted to laugh
Snowflake looked at them To the sparrows
The sparrows restrain their nerves
Before the crops mature
Someone sprayed long-lasting pesticides in the fields
Hungry sparrows, big and small Eat the remaining pesticides
No one is spared. The sparrow's disaster is shrouded in
The entire area that belongs to the sparrows
No sparrow realizes it Realize your dream
The crow wakes up and cries sadly on the tree
Snowflakes shed tears of pity
Laughter from the white hell
Embellish the world with mystery and mystery
Like the dark night sky
The avenue is silent and invisible and everywhere
The snowflakes are floating and the heavy snow is leaving no trace
Author of "Old House": Liang Jiuming
In the morning, open the door of the house
I am used to taking a look at the poplar trees in the courtyard first
Every day , there are a group of sparrows on the tree
While calling each other
While looking at me
Although it snowed last night
This morning it also No exception
I know what they are waiting for
Whenever I feed pigs and chickens
they will fly down
pick up food The remains of the food
then fly elsewhere to look for food
I don’t know how long it will take and how far they will travel
to fill their small
A group of sparrows flew in the wind
One by one they fell on the snow
They sank like pebbles
For the sparrows , I
can’t really help much