Excerpts from poems, shorter ones.

Gu cheng:

everywhere

you

Look back at me.

Look back at the clouds.

I think

You looked at me from a distance.

You observe the clouds up close.

A faint hope

Me and countless

Non-hatching pebble

Yiqilei

Blue rivers and streams are crawling.

Swallow us

Then spit it out quietly.

Nothing else

I just hope the grass can be extended.

Its shadow

generation

The night gave me black eyes.

I use it to find the light.

feel

The sky is gray.

The road is gray.

This building is gray.

The rain is gray.

In the ashes

Walk past two children

brilliant/bright red

A light green mountain book

Zheng Chouyu:

Outside the mountain book

Don't worry about me.

I am in the mountains. ...

Clouds on the sea

Said the silence of the sea was too deep.

The wind from the sea

That the laughter of the sea is too vast.

I come from the sea.

Mountains are frozen waves.

(No longer believe the news of the sea)

I went back to my heart.

No more surging

bay

The hybrid of Momo and Benyun crept under my bottom window.

Girl gone wild ironed her skirt politely.

But why don't you lift your face?

Do you like taking a nap in spring?

You don't know that stones are flirting hands.

Just mention the color of your skirt a little!

Kelai town

This town is very lucky in March.

Things pile up in spring.

Running water is like a belt.

Tie a knot under the stone bridge, and

The green in March is like running water. ...

The guest came to a small town, and the alley was quiet.

When the guests came to the door, the copper ring sounded like a silver bell.

Clouds and first-order fallen flowers floating in the distant sky ...

mistake

I walked through Jiangnan.

The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.

If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Like a bluestone street facing the night.

The sound is silent, and the curtain of March spring has not been uncovered.

Your heart is a small closed window.

My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.

I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...