Excerpted from the Spring Grass Tetralogy
1, always remember your inner height, which will make you more and more graceful.
2. Talk less about trifles and more about academics.
3, the scenery is self-contained, and the pen is written on paper to express feelings.
4, the former beauty is now embarrassing, not that the weather is cold and you lose weight.
5. Walk thousands of meters during the day and read half an inch at night.
6, ordinary life, the happiness of genius.
Excerpt from "Gun Practice on Campus"
1, pretending that it doesn't matter is actually a heartbreak.
2. Then Xiao Gan, send you a word: "Every tear a woman shed after marriage is the water that entered her mind when she was in love."
3. penny, you can't represent the relevant departments, and the relevant departments can't represent you.
4, creative encounter, although beautiful, but ultimately condensed the bubble of loneliness.
5. Embrace those who love you and those who hate you. This feeling is called letting go.
6. Who is good or bad, our life grows old in the distinction between people, and our time slips away in the distinction between people.
Excerpt from The Poet
1. is very common, and so is the pen. What we need to do is to write extraordinary poems with ordinary pens.
My dream is to make readers remember my poems and forget my name.
Opportunity is fleeting, and time cannot be regenerated. As lovers of poetics, we can only create and enjoy.
4. The rhythm of poetry is not important, and the words of poetry are not important. What matters is the person who wrote this poem.
Excerpted from "Want me to forget, but help me remember"
1, there are no words, only the melody is floating.
There are fewer and fewer important people, and it is more and more important to stay.
You keep mentioning it, trying to make me forget it, but you help me remember it.
4, in a daze in the familiar world, crazy in the strange world.
There is no smooth track in the world, just like finding a giant with gravity and thinking under an apple tree.
Selected Poems of The Wilderness
I come from the wild and will eventually return to the wild, wandering in the tunnel of nature, afraid to look around, daydreaming constantly, and the faint wind washed away my vision. I come from the wild, and I will return to the wild eventually. Yesterday flows through yesterday, today hesitates, and tomorrow loses. In the universe, I saw the sky, the stars and the moon, I saw the imagination from the wild, and I also saw the imagination of returning to the wild.
Once upon a time, there were fewer and fewer important people, and those left behind became more and more important. Once upon a time, I thought under the moon and prayed for the unexpected. Once upon a time, a man sat in a corner and smiled at the sky and the earth. ...
Life is like quicksand, which keeps slipping from the fingertips. Reality is dense, and dreams have no home. A seemingly calm heart is far more changeable than a face. A person's dialogue is better than the pipa in Xunyang Jiangtou.
The "longer night" means that the night has lengthened the distance of time, or that time has stopped. The encounter of creation, although beautiful, is a concentrated bubble of loneliness after all. Is the night sky graffiti the loneliness of the stars, or is the moon spinning in time and space, as always clean and bright, but it is no longer the scenery of the past.
Selected poems of Peng
The singer is in the distance. Yellow leaves sweep the floor. The north wind whistles and stares at the mulberry road. The former beauty is haggard today, not because of the cold weather but because of the thin clothes.
"Lyric" The pen of jade bamboo shoots dances fragrant sandalwood, while wisdom and ink lightly learn pipa. Sing a new song and go to Qiu Lai in April of spring.
"Acacia" is ashamed to look up, just a basket of autumn in Huangshan. By September 2 next year, magpies will have built branches long ago.
Selected Poems of a Basket of Autumn Water
The shy memories of youth in An Ugly Scar are a chapter of youth that I am reluctant to open. At a certain moment, I was immersed in a fairy tale and couldn't extricate myself. Dreaming of her, always so cute, desperate and silly, maybe it's an uneasy heart with an ugly scar.
"To an Inferiority Girl" tells you that an inferiority girl needs to learn to be strong, doodle her inner hesitation with crayons and draw a colorful makeup. Tell you, inferiority complex girl, don't hide happiness in your eyes. I am afraid that one day, tears will burn it carelessly.
"Listen to the Sun Playing and Singing" listened to the sun playing and singing, engraved the sadness of the annual rings, and went through ups and downs, from two small conjectures to holding hands with the sunset. Listening to the sun playing and singing, there are too many desires in life. On a night alone, I curled up in bed and enjoyed the coolness of winter.
Women and AppleEvery woman has her own unique taste. Like apple, she may have the same appearance, but she is not so charming. There is no smooth sailing track in the world, just like finding a giant with gravity and thinking under an apple tree. Don't ask me what you smell, I don't know until I taste it.
Star fragments in the desert, walking barefoot in the dark night, kept picking up star fragments. In the desert, the year of flowing water passed away, not far away, the oil-paper umbrella that was propped up many years ago.
"The Stars Break the Lake" A person's night is unusually warm around him, and there is a fish lake without a ripple. The quiet heart is full of anxious expectations, the stars in the sky are still bright, and the stars in the water are restless. Did the wind move the running water or did the broken stars disturb the lake?
On a snowy day, I must ask someone I like to go out for a walk, walk from one end of the village to the other, find each other when I get home, and accidentally walk hand in hand to Whitehead. On snowy days, you must invite people you like to come out for a walk, hold hands and snuggle up to your chest. No one in the world can get enough of such beautiful scenery.