Appreciation of Poetry in Cafe

A generation

Gu Cheng

The night gave me black eyes.

I use it to find the light.

Sunflowers in the sun

Munk

Did you get a look at him?

Do you see the sunflowers in the sun?

Look at it. It doesn't bow its head.

But turn your head around.

It's like trying to bite it off

The one around the neck

The rope in the sun's hand

Did you get a look at him?

You saw the tree with its head held high.

Did you glare at sunflowers in the sun?

Its head almost covers the sun.

Even without the sun, it will look up.

Still shining.

Did you see that sunflower?

You should get close to it.

When you approach it, you will find it.

The soil under its feet.

Every time I catch it,

There will definitely be clutch bleeding.

Homeless people

Luomen

A ship, tired from the vast sea, stopped at the port.

He tied his shadow to the coffee table with a lamp.

That's the animal he took with him.

Nana is dearer than anything but it.

Drinking wine in my hometown is the color of the moon.

The empty wine bottle looks like a desert island.

He took the animal.

Walk towards the sound of your shoes.

The stars are also far away.

Walk with the sky

Be the first shutter tomorrow.

Pull the sun into a ladder

He doesn't know whether to go up or down.

homesickness

Yu Guangzhong

In childhood

Homesickness is a small stamp.

I'm at this end

Mom is over there.

When I grow up

Homesickness is a narrow ticket.

I'm at this end

The bride is over there.

We'll talk about it later.

Homesickness is a low grave.

I am outside

Mother is at the front.

But now

Homesickness is a shallow strait.

I'm at this end

The mainland is over there