Night has fallen.
My name firmly erected its own flag.
And I can only forget the broken memories.
Go far away
None of the eyes saw the underground moon.
I still stroke its hair behind the sun.
I kept pushing them down that day.
Throw them into fire and plague.
More and more stars are crawling out of the sewer.
Climb into my world
I miss rainy nights.
Dear sun and moon
Like an underwater cemetery years later.
Be anxious to wait somewhere
Squeeze to meet, many times.
We are forced by the reality that everything grows.
finally
There is nothing more than us.
For me, a man is drunk at midnight.
A vague paradise that can never be described clearly.
I have half a glass of wine in my arms.
Beyond the world's imagination of you
Only try to be a person like yourself.
In the whole wall frozen with concrete
You are the only thing that is gradually solidified.
Prose poem "For Me" 2 The garden is elegant and surrounded by greenery.
Flowers and bees go hand in hand,
Sister Cao straightened up,
The Cypress brothers are holding hands and laughing.
Old people who get up early to exercise,
How many dewy mornings have come here;
Children playing under the tree,
How many happy times I spent here.
But soon,
Haze is everywhere,
A pair of eager eyes under the mask,
Is eagerly calling for blue sky and white clouds.
Woo-hoo-
I don't want it. I don't want it.
My hometown is gone,
Noisy vehicles, noisy sounds;
The sun is shining and the dust is flying;
The lonely and injured earth is crying silently.
I really want to be a singing lark,
Add a bit of field flavor to the smoky city;
I really want to become a fragrant magnolia by the roadside.
Let sweet flowers accompany everyone who passes by.
I really hope the earth is covered with wild flowers and green grass.
Drive away the heavy haze with this endless green!