Poetry 1: Summer flowers, July
A lonely summer flower
Wandering out of the window alone
The last tear.
The air-dried July in memory
Xia Feng sang a song that drifted away.
Blow away the dark clouds
Polish the moon
Moved you.
Slightly wrinkled brows and knots
Miss quietly
Summer under the camphor tree
The sunshine is wanton and deep between the fingers.
The piano sounds like water flowing quietly.
Look at the smiling face of Xia Hua outside the window.
It was fixed in a beautiful painting by the window.
Pretend to smile and watch you walk away.
The promise of disappearing into the air
Let me do it.
Commemorate alone
Who sings for whom?
Who writes the music of the future for whom?
Once forgotten
The sadness after your clear smile
Learn to observe
How many worries are hidden in the dust?
The blooming autumn flowers are falling.
Summer flowers ushered in the melting of new life.
The cool breeze wants to erase the feeling of early summer
Blow off the flowers
Flying leaves
But I can't take it away.
Disappeared in the freezing July
Please don't say goodbye to me.
That is the ice string torn in my heart.
Please remember July and July.
This is the only complex when summer flowers wither.
Poetry 2: Poets in Hometown
I can't feel the wind blowing in my face.
Gently wipe the tears from my eyes.
Kapok? fir wood
Reed on the river bank
I walked through the rice fields.
Along the mud ridge
This ditch is full of fresh river water.
I close my eyes.
Open your hands and try to find the direction of the wind.
Look, it's just hiding in the treetops.
Where else in the south?
Poetry 3: Hometown at the end of winter
Hometown in late winter
Spread out on the gravel-covered road
Gravel sank into the soil.
Next to the corner of the blue brick building
A lake and withered reeds by the water.
And poplars
The bare branches stretched out into the sky.
Far and near are all a picture.
Crispy soil? Wowotian
The wind in the first month blows the semi-frozen river.
Half waves, half peace.
Fishermen cast nets? Cast a net to catch fish.
Standing on the boat, standing on the mirror.
There is my hometown in the north of the river.
Poetry 4: cutting is not stopping, and it is still chaotic.
I want to travel this time.
You can forget your beautiful eyes.
You can cut it.
A trace of love
Autumn wind can't blow away sadness.
Who would have thought that in the end
The mountains and rivers remain the same.
Love remains the same.
Your shadow
It's just in front and behind.
Poetry 5: A faint cloud wanders leisurely.
Love, don't be a prisoner.
Don't do it for your comfort.
They prohibit the freedom of others.
It's best not to get it
How can you tolerate too much?
Worrying less is worrying more.
In autumn, the Mimi River flows.
Thin fog
A faint rain
The faint clouds swam leisurely.
Poetry 6: If
The four seasons can be arranged extremely desolate.
If the sun is willing
Life can be arranged to be extremely lonely.
If love is voluntary
I will never show up again
if you like
Besides missing you.
Dear friend
however
I will wither my thoughts at once.
if you like
Dig out every seed.
Cut off every river.
Let desolation and dryness extend to infinity.
this present life
Except for ...
A night wet with tears
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