The Voice of Poetry in July 1 River
Who put the sun
I threw it into the river in July.
River water evaporation
Looking for cool waves
Rivers in July
The hot summer is passing.
I'm at night
Touch the rolling heat wave
Can't find a cool home
My heart drifts with the tide in July.
Have been unable to extricate themselves.
Breathing space
Looking forward to a cool autumn wind and a snowy winter.
Rivers in July
Lying in the hot summer
Listen to a winter myth
Poetry of sound II. The sound of the banks of the Qu Ze.
the other day
She and I walked quietly on the river bank.
She gave me a ring.
She said: Open your heart.
Let me live in your heart
May you cherish it.
May you cherish it.
today
She asked me to open that door.
I left my ring on the river bank.
When I went to the river to look for it
I heard the sound in the river. ...
Want my love
Want my love
Poetry of sound 3 the sound of falling snow
Listen to that.
Ears pricked up
Stand quietly by the river.
Sleep water
Covered with a soft layer
Listen to that.
Ears pricked up
Hanging on a cold branch
Knock on the doors and windows of leaves
Covering a dream for the coming year
Listen to that.
Ears pricked up
Bury yourself in thick soil.
A little fantasy on her pillow
Nourish the desire for a bumper harvest
Listen to that.
Ears pricked up
Floating on the top of an uninhabited mountain.
The howling wind
It has precipitated the vicissitudes of history and the sense of reality.
Listen to that.
Ears pricked up
Climb into a dusty chimney
Fall into laughter
Melt in every happy heart.
Listen to that.
Ears pricked up
Holding transparent glass
Overlooking the traffic
Adapt to the pace of the whole city.
Listen to that.
Ears pricked up
Follow the double-line footprints
The listener muttered to himself.
Winter warms two people.
Listen to that.
Ears pricked up
Flutter, sway, spread
Full of silence
Accompany the company all the way
Quiet the whole country.
Poetry of sound 4 sound
What is predestined?
What deliberately messed up?
A fairy tale is vaguely waiting for the pavilion.
Despite deep loneliness
But I didn't get a chance to listen.
Silence haunts my mind.
Sentence words
On a chaotic day
You turned black and white upside down.
The silence in my pulse
Condensed into an exclusive' you'
Quiet, tick-tock with the past.
Who keeps writing in his mind?
Carved an immortal
Raise a public question
For example, lines circled with fingers
Subtle and painful
Don't say that this life is a red dream.
Poetry of sound 5 the sound of winter
Just this summer.
A long-awaited dream.
Hear the sound of ice cracking
One share of cold air directly fills the forehead.
A cool feeling surrounds the whole body.
The memory of being baked is fresh.
Looking forward to winter at the moment.
Listen to the falling snow in the morning
Look at the wind and clouds in the evening
The sound of winter is drowned in midsummer.
Make a glass of hard liquor.
Drunk in a foreign land
Let the flame burn youth
Tired season
Looking forward to drinking tea with the bright moon.
In front of the winter window
Listen to the north wind whistling.
That green tea warms the cold and thin heart.
Poetry of sound 6 heartbreaking voice
I heard my heart break.
Gorgeous turn of the goblet
Phantom of the opera
have good luck
Spend money lavishly
Patches of red
tears
Use your old one
and
My gift
The sound of heartbreak
Beautiful ends of the earth
Will be mine.
With a loud noise
Close the gate
Poetry of sound 7 The sound of high tide
one
A gloomy day
Mother has been warming herself in front of the stove.
Father used her as firewood and kept adding more to the stove.
Days outside the storm
Father anchored the dry river bed with his broad chest.
Sow the seeds of happiness and pain.
Father's face is a thin plateau.
Let the sweat be rugged and winding
After many years, I suddenly understood.
The source of seawater, the salty taste of seawater.
two
Hold a boat and walk a sea.
The moonlight overhead is so quiet.
But mom's watch is hanging in the sky.
In my dream, my hometown is always in the forbearing spring.
I am alone in a strange place.
Trivial, dare not shout.
I'm afraid I'll wake you up without leaving a sound.
I don't know, in and out of dreams.
Which is closer to you and which is farther away from you?
three
Dreams, days that can't be repaired and cut.
Missing is repeatedly rubbed and washed by moonlight.
My heart is full of the sound of high tide.
Il resto dell'anno
One, two, clear voice.
I want to give my hometown a rainy day.
Cut out a dress and go through the laundry list.
No rich clouds were found.
Start by turning the pages of winter.
Just wait for the dawn to cross the slope of the rain.
four
The original river.
Stay in the depths of time
Now in retrospect
That disrepair sketch in my hometown.
In the autumn wind, yellow leaves are dancing.
Rust into mottled sadness
When you are homesick
I read the road of my childhood alone.
There is always an indelible spring scenery.
five
The feeling of going home
Always stay in
The depth of the ravine on my father's face
That is a mountain that can never be climbed.
I started this morning.
Climb all the way to dusk
Poetry of sound 8 inner voice
Please open your ears.
Please open your heart, too
Listen to her heart.
Real call
Not her.
Duplicity
She'll watch you turn around
Then she turns around with you.
When you pass sideways,
You can't see her tears.
Pour it on your face and heart
If you like her,
Please spend more time with her.
If you like her,
Please spoil her more.
If you like her,
Please let her go.
If you like her,
Please listen to her inner voice.
That's shouting
Please hug her.
be in love with each other
Always hurting each other
As if this is the only way to prove
I love myself fiercely, and I love myself vigorously.
but
There is no right or wrong in love.
You are not in love.
More than me, less than you.
You love her.
She loves you.
That's enough.
Don't try to hurt each other.
Make each other more vulnerable and sad.
You love each other.
What you need is
Warmth is happiness, and sweetness is happiness.
No injuries.
Don't declare war with silence
To outdo each other
Not to mention anything.
Leave calmly without talking.
know
When you leave,
Your eyes are blurred.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
The calmer it is, the more the war spreads.
This is the cold war, hurting each other.
No matter how you get back together.
Those wounds once existed.
Unable to erase
Please give her a hug.
Use your hug to solve it
The sadness in her heart and the tears in her eyes
She likes you.
She would never
Refuse your hug
She will only be afraid of your indifference.
Turn around and keep silent.
Please remember
People who love each other should not declare war easily.
Because of the damage caused by the cold war
Exceed your expectations
Remember, too.
As long as you like her
Nothing is unacceptable to you.
As long as you like her
I like everything about her.
So all her little temper
bad-tempered
All the smelly problems
In your eyes, it's all coquetry
Remember, too.
She likes you.
What she needs is not that you really turn around.
She said it herself.
That's not what she meant.
She just wants you to spoil her.
I want you to hug her.
although
No apology
She just wants you to spoil her.
I want you to hug her.
although
No apology
Poetry of sound 9 Looking at the snow
at present
I long for a snow.
Let's drink to this hot July.
Cool world
But throughout the autumn.
How to integrate winter with summer?
That snow
It is still far away from us.
although
We are in July
Baked by the hot earth
But I can only look at the snow and sigh
Can only wait for the arrival of winter.
Let's have a cool snow.
It is better to give an impetuous heart a relief.
But it snowed.
Dance in my heart
Reach out and touch her gently.
How much sadness has condensed?
It's all white
Cover the cold corner of my heart
Poetry of Sound 10 River in July
Who put the sun
I threw it into the river in July.
River water evaporation
Looking for cool waves
Rivers in July
The hot summer is passing.
I'm at night
Touch the rolling heat wave
Can't find a cool home
My heart drifts with the tide in July.
Have been unable to extricate themselves.
Breathing space
Looking forward to a cool autumn wind and a snowy winter.
Rivers in July
Lying in the hot summer
Listen to a winter myth
Poetry of sound 1 1 the sound of autumn
It's all from the heart
The cry of life maturity.
a handful of
The form in your hand
You're cutting in line.
There was silence before his eyes.
Details are like saplings
Slow growth in the cloud
Occasionally rough or hard.
Like wild flowers in weeds.
Occasionally red, yellow, purple or blue.
There are traces of his hand touching.
Your hand has been caught countless times.
Sadness in autumn
Never relax.
Why are you relaxing?
Your trembling touched
Autumn injury
The leaves are surging.
The yellowest and thickest leaves
Found his eyes on the vein.
It's open.
A leaf still breathing.
His mouth was found under the leaves.
Still talking in my sleep
Leaves bitten by insects
His feet were found in the bite marks.
I don't know where to go.
cross/travel/trek over mountains
You start to panic.
cross/travel/trek over mountains
Did you find his heart?
Qiuxin
It consists of clouds on the horizon.
Qiuxin
In the mind of the walker
Why does Qiu Chan always quack?
Poetry of sound 12 sound
What is predestined?
What deliberately messed up?
A fairy tale is vaguely waiting for the pavilion.
Despite deep loneliness
But I didn't get a chance to listen.
Silence haunts my mind.
Sentence words
On a chaotic day
You turned black and white upside down.
The silence in my pulse
Condensed into their own.
Quiet, tick-tock with the past.
Who keeps writing in his mind?
Carved an immortal
Raise a public question
For example, lines circled with fingers
Subtle and painful
Don't say that this life is a red dream.
Poetic voice 13 heartbreaking voice
I heard my heart break.
Gorgeous turn of the goblet
Phantom of the opera
have good luck
Spend money lavishly
Patches of red
tears
Use your old one
and
My gift
The sound of heartbreak
Beautiful ends of the earth
Will be mine.
With a loud noise
Close the gate
Poetry of sound 14 the sound of winter
Just this summer.
A long-awaited dream.
Hear the sound of ice cracking
One share of cold air directly fills the forehead.
A cool feeling surrounds the whole body.
The memory of being baked is fresh.
Looking forward to winter at the moment.
Listen to the falling snow in the morning
Look at the wind and clouds in the evening
The sound of winter is drowned in midsummer.
Make a glass of hard liquor.
Drunk in a foreign land
Let the flame burn youth
Tired season
Looking forward to drinking tea with the bright moon.
In front of the winter window
Listen to the north wind whistling.
That green tea warms the cold and thin heart.
Poetry of sound 15 Look at the snow
at present
I long for a snow.
Let's drink to this hot July.
Cool world
But throughout the autumn.
How to integrate winter with summer?
That snow
It is still far away from us.
although
We are in July
Baked by the hot earth
But I can only look at the snow and sigh
Can only wait for the arrival of winter.
Let's have a cool snow.
It is better to give an impetuous heart a relief.
But it snowed.
Dance in my heart
Reach out and touch her gently.
How much sadness has condensed?
It's all white
Cover the cold corner of my heart