My mother gave me my first life.
You gave me a second life.
So I am the darling of poetry.
In the face of this anemic society
Too much material makes people
The body is getting fuller and fuller, and
The mind has become a collapsed body.
Fortunately, I accepted your spirituality.
That's why my family is so rich.
Traveler, all I want is the road, and I ...
There are not only roads, but also blue sky.
Night owl, use money as a mattress.
But I am at night, between keyboards.
Spiritual essence of parks.
Face the creaking sound
Bug, my intimacy
I hope she can
Become beautiful words in my poems.
Decorate the dark night
The moon, the wet nurse of my poetry.
Your cool nectar fills my chest.
Gardenia in summer, please let me
Indulge in your warm chest
I like my shyness when I am in love.
No one can replace poetry in my heart.
Unless you take off the bright moon in the sky
No one can make me give up singing poetry.
Unless gardenias never bloom this summer.
I am the son of poetry! I want to sing my mom!
Appreciation of Prose on Poetry 2 1) Never write again.
From then on, don't write about love, dreams, tears and death.
From now on, don't write about him, don't write about me, don't write about you and the rain.
From then on, I stopped writing about those familiar and unfamiliar feelings.
Even hypocritical or real moved.
Consider me tired of the dawn of this world.
Treat me like a coward. I can't take it anymore.
Can't stand repeated haste.
Think I'm dead, think I'm dead forever.
After that, I stopped writing about fog, rain and wind.
From then on, I was just a layman.
I'm just a child in my mother's arms forever.
It's like I was never born.
I never dreamed of the scenery here.
2) Under the apricot tree
You slept, lying under that apricot tree.
The sunshine in August is very vicious.
You sleep under that apricot tree.
Quiet, as if the wind can't bear to blow at the moment.
Only Xiao Huang Xing was swaying and swaying in a daze on the branch. ......
No birds came to steal apricots, so the cat let down its guard.
It squinted and dozed under the tree.
Just like you used to sleep there.
The dog curled up in the hole.
Indulge in greed and ignorance
Think about the way you scold it.
Will you feel a little wronged at that time?
The breeze is blowing gently.
The withered leaves spread out.
Roaring and moaning.
A small apricot fell from the branch.
Tap on the thirsty land.
A faint apricot fragrance came from the wound.
The cat pricked up its ears.
The dog suddenly opened his eyes.
You didn't wake up.
3) Acura
Let's go. Why are we turning around?
You know, my heart has begun to sleep.
Although it is already a splendid spring flower here.
Although the ice on the lake has melted, the lake is beautiful.
Why are you crying? Why don't you leave?
The lotus in Nantang has long since disappeared.
The arid land can no longer feed these animals.
A red flower with an oiled paper umbrella and a white flower.
How many lakes and springs can your eyes add?
Don't look, your eyes are dim.
Can't see the scenery in the distance.
Your ears can't hear his singing clearly anymore.
His figure, you know.
He is farther away than the scenery.
Think of it as a painting.
He is a lost traveler in that painting forever.
4) Death
Why are you looking at me like that?
Want to say something to me?
No, what you want to say.
I know everything.
Why are you doing this?
All your kindness is doomed to be in vain.
Like the afterglow of the sunset
The earth is covered with a mysterious wedding dress.
What can you do to keep her?
I'm not depressed, I'm not depressed
I just remembered my dream last night.
It's still in an egg
The spring breeze has just awakened it.
Now it was accidentally broken.
Cry for the gold on the ground
I was just thinking about tomorrow.
Tomorrow's sun.
Just drown yourself in the sea.
Let her light bloom at night
What does all this have to do with me?
I'm not depressed, I'm not depressed
I just want to sleep.
Finally, I won't be disturbed
Let me close my eyes quietly.
No matter who dies tomorrow.
5) Me and teenagers
Imagine yourself as a flower.
Will there be another color in the world?
Hair is a fluttering petal.
Tears are dew that hasn't dried up in the morning.
The breeze is the footsteps that you have no time to stay.
I watched it alone.
Maybe it's just a dream you never know.
Now I am old, with white hair and wrinkles.
Like a flower that has been dead for a long time
I no longer look forward to my old dreams.
Just transplant yourself to the seaside.
When the storm hit, I was no longer afraid.
Take me away, take me away.
Wander, wander until death.
One day I will be taken to
The seaside where you walk in the twilight.
Will you accept the kindness of an old man?
Hold me gently in your arms.
Like a teenager, you pity a flower.
Bury me.
Where you laughed when you were young.