Text/Jian Cao
A beam of sunlight squeezed into the fence.
Brought a bunch of injuries for years.
Look around in dismay.
The yard is covered with moss.
The sound of crying is fragile.
Fireflies bring night.
A faint beam of light
Tender and full breasts.
Green Liu Xia by the river.
This place is full of desolation.
Being lonely for too long will lead to hopeless growth.
If you wait too long, Acacia will die.
Mirror Comment: The poem Jian Cao is about injury, which breaks the loneliness, loneliness and sadness in the long river of life. The word processing is clean, the layout is in place, the theme expression is clear and direct, and there is no delicate affectation, which can be recommended as a boutique.
Five
Text/Hong Huang
Day after day, I woke up from last night's dream.
Look in the mirror and comb the scratches left by the years.
Decorate with flour while hiding.
Only you
Stand where you are, the new home of childhood.
Goodbye is an old man.
Father accidentally patched it on time.
It became my first time to go back to my hometown.
I must look at the other mirror.
Mirror Comment: This poem evokes my happy childhood memories in my hometown, and can touch my heart, especially the three sentences in the last paragraph, which makes a short poem with only nine lines of 9 1 full of meaning and imagination, and can be recommended by fine products.
The sound of seagulls
Text/white sail
Seagulls spin and sing.
It's like telling an old story.
Wait a thousand years.
But wait for a wordless ending.
Emotional wandering, broken words.
What I want to say is
But sank to the bottom of the sea
I had to let seagulls
As my messenger.
Go in and out of the jungle you feel at any time
Seagulls beat the waves.
The waves follow in your footsteps.
I don't want to keep the oath in my heart
Withered after germination.
So seagulls became a part of my legend.
In my contract
There is your projection.
Mirror comment: Love is the theme that poets have been singing for thousands of years. The idea of love brewing sometimes makes people feel sad. This poem by Bai Fan, entitled "Seagull", expresses the yearning born of love, but the language is fluent and bright, although a little sad, but not heartbreaking, which can be recommended as a boutique.
Season's rainy lane
Text/snowman
Sitting on the wet threshold of spring
Light Up the Sky!
Bring a pair of high heels.
Go back to the alley
Fish leaking from the rain in Jiangnan
Birds singing on the eaves
There is wind in the hall, push it away.
When rubbing white
The sleeping tide in the bluestone slab
Grow like green moss
Time has spread the bud.
Only a wisp of kitchen smoke is missing from the roof.
Mother's substitute
Call me home.
Mirror comment: I have read too many poems by the snowman, and I always feel that I am divorced from my own life experience, with a strong sense of mystery and far away from the world of mortals. However, this poem is uncharacteristic and has a strong sense of joining the WTO, without the bitterness of Zen. It directly embeds the perspective into life, salvages bird songs from the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and thinks about hometown from the bright green opened by years. This is human nature. Welcome Snowman back to real life. I just need to remind you that the next time you want to walk on tiptoe, you'd better put on your sneakers. There is always noise when wearing high heels!
Be fascinated by the night
Wen/Shoulder Butterfly
The prince in the dream knelt before him with a rose in his hand.
I know I can't escape my fate.
Love changes its face, but sorrow is possessed.
Only the suffering of poetry
Changing the sitting posture in the ethereal.
Can't capture the most beautiful moment.
Sleep a few words in the middle of the night.
Let me pick up the pen by the pillow.
Wandering between hieroglyphics
The morning light tidies up my thoughts
Wow! A beautiful poem
Since then, I have been fascinated by the night.
The prince's tongue licked my painful past.
The goddess of poetry is hiding in the moonlight again.
I became a cricket in the quiet night.
In the confusion and hesitation of autumn chill
Sing the joys and sorrows of mankind
Don't feel sorry for her.
Joy is in it.
It's just that no one understands
Mirror comment: This poem is not so much a fascination with the dark night as the author himself makes the story of Prince Charming confusing. With the help of acacia in the dark, the poem expresses a woman's sadness about the premature death of beauty, which is very chic and full, and her feelings are also very touching. There are two things to be reminded: first, I hope innocent women in the world will remember that a white horse is not as fast as a red horse, nor as far as a dark horse, but only looks good on the surface; Second, the end of this poem needs hard work, and the words are too extravagant, which seems to be procrastinating! Goodbye!