Ito: Our night.

Our night

The rain in the middle of the night awakened my dream.

There was even snoring in the other room.

Do you have me in your dream?

The rain is still falling sparsely.

Yes, I'm already familiar with such a night.

Do you know me tonight?

At this time, the rain at the foot became urgent.

Somewhere in my heart, it's a little wet.

Some plots, because of time

Or distance.

Like green waves in the middle of the ocean.

From shallow to deep, like the tide.

The background of this night

Spread out gradually, roll up the west wind

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People in the environment

The mountains in the sunset are farther away.

Swallows, stars, all on the road

Try to fly and come back

Mountain after mountain.

Will you get hurt?

Persistence, emptiness, so much uncertainty.

A clear heart

Vague shadows walked into the vast sea of people.

Into the ocean surrounded by mountains

I crossed middle age with a wave of my hand.

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turn around

It's been a year since I turned around.

The grass is green, and the green is someone else's Jiangnan.

Foggy, rainy, and densely woven.

Only on paper can I find mine.

Niujiaochuan, Taibai Mountain, many field paths.

You are familiar with these things.

Sometimes, I climb up Yangbei Mountain and look out.

Clouds are gathering, blocking my view.

Reach out and push aside the dark clouds.

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loaf about

This year, it is suitable to talk about vagrancy.

Because of people's livelihood, most of them go with the flow.

Running here and there adds a lot of parting to the river.

The river is flowing and the snowflakes are rushing forward.

Through thick and thin, we are in the same boat.

My hometown has become a background picture.

Write a poem

Sign your name in the blank.

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drizzle

The desktop shows that it will rain in Mao Mao tomorrow.

Lyric night is like tears in your eyes.

Ran all over the Jiangnan water town.

Rhododendron is a red mass.

Bamboo shoots can effectively break through the green.

Looking for sunshine

Somewhere

Wearing 100 thousand Mao Mao rain

It's just that fate can't be cracked.

I can't extricate myself.

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Brief introduction of the author

Formerly known as Jiang,196865438+born in February, deputy secretary-general of pucheng county Writers Association, Shaanxi Province. Mainly good at poetry. His main works are Taibai Mountain, Our Village, Father, September Mood (1) (2), Everything is expected, etc. , scattered in major network platforms. From 2065438 to September 2005, the work "Takin Valley-Picking Spring" won the third prize in the essay activity of Shaanxi Federation of Literary and Art Circles "Great Qinling Mountains-China Backbone".