Want to turn firewood into coal
Holding sunflower seeds when I was a child.
Do you think you are harvesting?
When I was a child, I looked at the sky in a daze.
I always thought it was when the branches were lonely.
Slam the sky with branches.
To show the stars
When I was a child, I always kept my head down and thought
Then bury your head in it.
Finally one day, when I was a child.
Become a thing of the past and grow up by yourself.
It is found that coal is the accumulation and evolution of time.
Only to find that sunflower seeds need to be buried in the soil.
It takes dark groping to germinate.
You can only be a light chaser.
But the secret about the stars
Galaxies and galaxies.
There are only a few lights punctured by branches.
Look up from time to time
But dark clouds covered my eyes.
At this moment, you suddenly remembered.
They are galaxies, not meteorites.
It's not those cracks anymore
So you learned to yell.
Shouting makes the branches shorter and shorter.
Dark clouds gather more and more.
Dust Modern Poetry 2 I am a dust in the vast universe.
But I am a small existence.
It can be ignored at an altitude of 10 thousand meters
Ignore me
Every footprint
Every drop of sweat
Every sigh
Every poem
Every time I wait,
Including my admiration for plum blossoms.
Including my loyalty to orchids
Including my respect for bamboo.
Including my love for daisies.
Including the world where I work hard with my hands.
Including the sea seen by my eyes.
I know
I am a little dust.
Exists in the vast universe
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I am a dust in the vast universe.
But I am a small existence.
Come near me, and you will find.
Wrinkles are the horizon.
A few white hairs are a symphony.
Draw a picture of dawn
Play a vivid poem
You can see it there.
Bloom in colorful spring.
I know
I am a little dust.
Exists in the vast universe
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I am a dust in the vast universe.
But I am a small existence.
I dare not let my negligence.
So he turned his back to the ground.
Plant thoughts every spring.
Bury your dreams in the cold soil.
Waiting for the stars
The moon and the sun shine.
Then, every night,
Quietly germinate, blossom and bear fruit.
I know
I am a little dust.
I am strong
Exists in the vast universe
Even if you ignore me.
Even if you can't see it at all.
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I know, I just-
Just a little dust.
But my eyes are on the future.
Including my admiration for plum blossoms.
Including my loyalty to orchids
Including my respect for bamboo.
Including my love for daisies.
Including the world where I work hard with my hands.
Including the sea seen by my eyes.
I know, I just-
Just a little dust.
But I will be strong
Exists in the vast universe
Accompany every star
Accompany every flower
With every ray of morning glow
With every cloud
Dancing in the wind with green leaves ...
Modern Poetry 3 says that life is just a dream.
Bright flowers don't suit me.
Love and hate are intertwined, and we can never find common ground.
Life without you and her.
There is no wind, rain and sunshine today.
In spring, the lake is covered with green leaves overnight.
The water plants along the green river pity the fallen flowers.
Standing quietly at the top of Tangshan ridge
It's hard to calm down when listening to the noise.
Suddenly I feel that people and buildings are like dust.
How many words weave spring and autumn dreams
When the head comes, the dream groans.
Love, sadness, joys and sorrows are still there.
There are always people crying and homesick.
Look up at the sky with both hands looking for snowflakes.
Frost has frozen everything in the world of mortals.
Proudly dialysis the truth between heaven and earth.
Let the dust bury the dust. I
Selected works of writer Tian Jin
The faint fragrance of autumn, how can I say it?
How to say it, the reason for sadness.
Smiling corners of the mouth, sarcastic taste.
There is a crack in the fragile heart.
That sense of security disappeared in the dream.
Who will miss you if I don't see you?
It's noisy around,
There is nothing that belongs to me,
Repeat all the actions,
Without a soul,
Without thought,
Just doing this.
What can I say, that pale excuse,
Stiff cheeks and bloodless lips
The beauty outside the window, secretly,
That sense of existence has long since disappeared.
Who will miss me if I disappear?
People come and go,
I can't fit in,
Just repeat the current action over and over again,
Without motivation,
Unable to think,
All these.
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The sky cherishes the beauty and the autumn fragrance is rich.
Bright glass with the wind, happy and sad.