At this time, open the sharp mouth of a small ant.
Eat the fine meat on your body
This is just the sound of light rain.
You can also extract
Quality of round and fine stones
Clever hit
Come before the Spring Festival like mushrooms after rain.
Cleverly put the shadow of the tree
Shake suddenly from a dream
God hides in wild flowers.
At this time, a snake's body wriggled.
Wrapped around you
Trying to walk out the door.
Just make it small and thin.
Some bleeding wounds
It's all in your body.
Like to live in groups
It's cold, and I don't listen to constraints.
The critical moment when the weather gets warmer.
Can't help screaming and howling.
Your mind is red with your own blood.
A bay of clear water clings to the barren hills.
Huacanvassing
Never find a way for anyone.
The ink in your soul is soaked in black.
There will be a cool breeze in the fields.
To wander about.
Just wet my eyes.
God guides the reality of dreams.
Colorful and uncultured.
No need for fertilization, weeding, pest control and disease prevention.
Grow your white hair automatically.
Let your wrinkles.
Save your fatigue.
Form a bigger crown.
No matter how thick or tall the trunk is.
The branches are jumping wildly.
This is all God's arrangement.
Occupy more than half of the sky
Without god's permission
Never go far away.
Why is God's modern poem 2 in this brilliant sunshine?
I am obsessed with dreams in the dark,
The bright sky
Like a black hole with no end,
Always dressed up,
And constantly devour everything here;
The sun is gradually driven away by the night,
Awaken the night,
That star is so fragile,
Waiting for the light
But the night is too long,
Burning the night here like the sun.
This is the devil created by God.
Will burn the world, scream in pain,
Evil darkens the night,
But god of light was buried.
Looking at everything here,
And I believe that?
I came to God and God like a dream.
I want them to save me.
But they're dead,
Leave this dark frozen world.
They emit black,
They feel cold invisibly,
Look, there's nobody here!
So, I became a god.
God's modern poem 3 Chu wind is cool, brushing closed eyes,
Who extradited a pot of faint sadness in the boundless darkness,
Who is a quiet song in an empty valley that evokes the lonely wind flying all over the ground?
Sad about the beauty of this broken wall?
I have been clinging to this seemingly long-standing love with some expectation.
With blood, dispel inner helplessness and hesitation,
Into a red leaf letter, thousands of miles away,
How many sleepless nights, gently twisting,
Type it in the softest language,
Any lingering thoughts are like a river full of infatuation.
If you can see the chapter I typed with the keyboard,
If you can shed tears,
Please let small tears, along the radian I once cried, gently soothe the crystal that has already sublimated.
Recall the past,
When I first saw you swaying among the colorful cherry blossoms, with a touch of quiet purples,
I cast a flexible ivy with my heart,
Crawl in the rough sea, stick to your firm color,
Looking forward to it, I can't bear to slap your charming face with the cool frost in early autumn.
I know if you leave, I can't stay.
Even if there are thousands of customs, they will follow you to the world of mortals.
Like you?
Under the smoky bodhi tree,
Beautiful images linger,
Would you like to wait for Sansheng fate in Sansheng Stone with me?
The wind shadows are misty,
Gentle loneliness floats in a fragrant word,
The faint fragrance condenses into a beautiful mirage,
In the ever-changing, I dreamed several times that the blue bridge in the past was broken.
Once a year old, Qingyuan is long,
Long-sleeved rotation and harmonious chords, at first glance, are each other's Confucianism.
Never forget the warmth in those cold memories,
After thousands of years, it is also a flash in the pan.
White is better than snow, and I feel dejected.
In the middle of light and shadow, the boundary between heaven and the underworld separates the intoxicated gaze.
Time flies by,
A glass of turbid wine pays tribute to those wandering vicissitudes and those warm words.
I use tears as curtains to keep my heart from separating,
Orchids, swaying in fragrance, sing gracefully and fall down,
The sunset is still like a dream.
God's Modern Poems 4. Diseases of Ancient Trees
A thousand-year-old tree has gone through many vicissitudes.
Countless storms, snow and frost,
Many branches and birds have a long history.
The number one in the world is unparalleled.
Once, the old leaves were yellowish,
Fallen leaves are now slightly ill,
Many birds are difficult to treat, and there is no cure.
Can only worry and hesitate,
I am eager to save this tree all day.
Shen woodpecker forest
God woodpeckers are like phoenixes,
Falling from the sky,
Fall firmly on the ancient trees,
Sharp mouth like a knife flashing cold light,
Eyes like electricity.
Take a closer look at these ancient trees,
Found in the roots of ancient trees,
Some moths are proud of the ocean,
Get fat by eating sap,
Causing the old leaves to turn yellow.
Woodpecker, God knows what happened,
I was very angry. My feathers stood upright like steel.
The iron mouth creaked,
Into the soil near the roots,
Aim at that mother's soft spine,
Let moths have nowhere to hide.
The root borer was properly treated,
Looking back at the trunk,
Found the center of the trunk,
Moths have many supernatural ideas.
Woodpecker mused,
Can we forget continuous fighting?
The steel pointed mouth glowed with silver,
Knock, knock and peck,
A long mouth quickly inserted into the heart of the tree,
Clamp the moth's soft spine.
Woodpecker God is full of fighting spirit,
Clear the trunk moth account,
Eyes looked at the branches again,
Clam moths are numerous and crazy.
God woodpeckers are busy day and night,
It is common to practice day and night.
Examine the hair sample on the comb carefully,
The moth is gradually exposed,
Have been frustrated and arrested.
Old trees meet in spring.
Moths were found one by one,
The crown of the tree turned green, not yellow anymore.
Old trees are as tender as spring seedlings,
Green leaves, breeze, green wax light.
The morning dew shines to welcome the morning sun,
Birds gather in the canopy,
Celebrate victory in ecstasy,
Fly, jump, sing,
God woodpeckers praise together.