The poems of black holes are beautiful and worth reading.

The poems of black holes are beautiful and worth reading.

Ace copy? 20 19-05- 16 20: 16:24

The publication of black hole photos seems to make people's thoughts fly out of the solar system and the Milky Way, across light years, and directly hit the other end of the black hole. For a time, many poetic copywriting networks with sci-fi colors were brilliant. After reading the following copywriting, I suddenly remembered two sentences in a poem by Du Fu: "Yao, like a pole, stands in nine days, as fast as an angel before a dragon's wings. She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and the sea. "

Please enjoy the writers' literary talent together.

Black holes have long been proved to exist.

I saw it many years ago

I was still a beam of light at that time.

I can't escape your attraction

Captured by you

@ Personnel Documentary

My heart is in pieces.

Can't write poetry

I am so sleepy that I can't open my eyes.

My sleepiness at the moment is a black hole.

I want to curse.

But I held back

My patience is a black hole at the moment.

I miss you.

But who are you? Do you exist?

At the moment, the black hole in my heart is you.

@ Tong Wukong

A black hole is a lens in the universe.

The black in the middle is evidence of bullet penetration.

The light around is stained blood.

So who will be the murderer?

After eating bibimbap for a few days,

If my eyes were you

Will she get into it?

@ Author Dong Er

I thought you were a black cloth that the stars could not break.

I didn't expect your primitive body to be red.

But this may not be the first time I've seen a black hole.

The world is bustling.

I never took my eyes off him.

I want to come here, too

An inescapable black hole

Daydreaming is gloomy.

Mr. black hole

Do you like freedom in the dark as much as I do?

That's why we swallowed our suffering in the light.

@ Desperate fool

It turned out that the black hole intercepted the signal that someone loved me.

Scientists have not discovered it until now.

Zhoujiang

Every poem is a flying dream. For a black hole, you may not dare to cross it, or you may make a naughty dash, or you may stop singing a song. ......