Poetry

Welcome the new year.

I want to live to be a hundred years old.

Welcome the new year and return to the original state.

Back to mother's warm arms

A baby back in infancy

The pain of returning to adolescence

Return to the departure platform.

Let the initial heart and the first love go hand in hand

Let the photos of childhood and the kites of teenagers

take off

Let life unfold flashbacks.

Let flashback have a virtuous circle

Gather the missed beauty together.

Rename and start over.

Low place

Anyway, you have to keep going down.

Under the wings of an eagle.

Under the gills of swimming fish.

Immature ear of rice

Bend the peach blossom

Get down.

Lower than a grain of dust.

Below a drop of dew

Below the foundation of the gods

Speak well.

Speak the truth, kind words.

The earth is round.

You're up there.

The sweater has been worn for a long time.

My friend said that the sweater has been worn for a long time.

Take it off and let it rest.

So does my heart, every time I think about it.

But I can't stop.

Like fallen leaves that will never fall again.

On the way home, I flew all over the ground.

Take a sweep at the seaside.

The dust of the past year. Slightly intoxicated sunshine

Curled up in words

Don't open the cave

Only the wings of rhetoric.

Give me a break.

Close at hand, a secret journey.

Two snowflakes

The last day of this year

Some people have dinner in snowflakes.

Raise your glass and the neon will reflect.

Let the snow around you shine brightly.

This is another snowflake.

Burning with flames, carrying beggars.

stray dog

Falling without a trace, only

Freeze flowers and plants on limbs or face.

Low adjointness

Snowflakes don't touch each other

Only wait until the next day.

A weak noon.

Only by turning into mud can we embrace each other.

Lying flat on the horizon

Release; Emissions; issue

The contents have accumulated for a long time.

It is easy to give birth to branches and vines, revealing the clues.

Even bring internal injuries to the body.

You are a medical student.

Revelry, revelry

The high-speed train is running.

The medicine cabinet is opened and it is empty.

What makes you different is that.

Shoot with the eyes

The eyes opened the wings of the butterfly.

A needle went down. The moon sets in the west.

Inferiority turned into confidence.

Toxins in the body, instant breakthrough

Fingertip wound.

Release; Emissions; issue

Brief introduction of poet

Tujia nationality in Li Xi, now living in Chengdu, is a member of Sichuan Writers Association. He is the author of poems touching, songs in the sky and water on the moon.