Sir, I have been walking in the wilderness for a long time
I have never met you
I just passed you occasionally in WeChat on my mobile phone
For many years , have been waiting for the rising moon
Voice as evidence
I hear my own heartbeat
Like a sentimental cat
Short-lived Trembling
When I drove there
You were under the starlight
Elegant and tall
The pure blood of a northern man
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Higher than my field of vision
Your hands are thick and have the rational temperature of autumn
Step forward to hold the frightened wind
It’s been a long time
It’s been snowing in the small town where I live
The cold woke me up from my dream
Thinking of your poems
One A group of running bones in Shancheng
Gradually approaching the divine side of things
"In fact, a person's life is not as long as a piece of thunder and lightning"
Instead of sitting there waiting for time to disappear
It is better to go for a walk
Use the ears of snow to interpret the mechanical structure of your poem
p>With the sound of snow, the shadow of the words
The language is full of images
This proposition may make me dizzy for the rest of my life
Sir, "The moon My forehead is not hot at all."
Open the low door in the courtyard
"When thunder and lightning come, the wind is still calm"
You use a beam of light Unlock the password of all scenery:
Those things and sentences worth remembering
Full of shining moonlight
Note: The text in quotation marks is taken from divination A collection of poems by Mr. Yi, "Running Bones"
Sir, I have been walking in the wilderness for a long time
I have not encountered any
I just passed by it occasionally on my mobile phone WeChat You
For many years, I have been waiting for the rising moon
Voice is my witness
I can hear my heartbeat
Like a sentimental bird The cat
A brief shiver
When I drove there
You were under the starlight
Elegant and tall
The pure blood of a northern man
Beyond my vision
Your hands are thick and have the warmth of autumn's rationality
Step forward and hold Zhang Pan The wind that stopped
It has been a long time
It has been snowing in the small town where I live
The cold woke me up from my dream
Thinking of you Poetry
A group of running bones in a single city
Gradually approaching the divine side of things
"In fact, a person's life,
"It is worse than a thunder and lightning that lasts a long time"
Instead of sitting there and waiting for time to disappear
It is better to go for a walk
Interpret your poem with the ears of snow
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The mechanical structure of the world
With the sound of snow, the shadow of words
The language is vertical and horizontal
This proposition may make me dizzy for the rest of my life
Sir, "the moon's forehead is not hot at all"
Open the low door in the courtyard
"When thunder and lightning come, the wind is still calm"
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You use a beam of light to unlock the password of all landscapes:
Those things and sentences worth remembering
Full of shining moonlight