1, the moon is not dead
Tonight, please allow me to write about the afterglow of Deng Hua.
Once wrote "the moon is dead"
Its pen is fighting slightly in the dead black water;
Once wrote "Melancholy"
Its breath did not die out in the reincarnation of the pagoda.
Your image is exaggerated.
Your language has shrunk.
In the mirror, Shenzhen and Hong Kong lost water, and all the drowned paddles are still fresh in their memories.
Water waves carry tears and bones of dead fish.
They opened their eyes wide.
They leaned over.
Silently watching shadows come and go; The twisted ones are smiling, and the deformed ones are magnifying.
Dark canyons no longer depend on mountains.
The power of silence
Rock sprayed on geology, painted pottery murals written by archaeologists.
Power, the language of power
That's fire,
I saw it. I scribbled the shadow of the sun on the crumpled paper.
Tonight, please allow me to write about Deng Hua in the afterglow of the sun.
Your image is exaggerated.
Your language has shrunk.
You carved a boneless ghost and a boneless X-ray with the short bones of your fingers.
The mechanism of contact with the sun
Strafe, the spike that hatched the human soul, lashed the castle occupied by Black Potential with thunder and fire.
The moon is not dead.
Starlight is not dead.
The "melancholy" I once wrote has been taken a deep breath.
The black will disappear tonight, and the pearls before dawn have flown into the paper lanterns.
Reading the most classic modern poems Part II: Writing poems for you.
God has made the world beautiful and moved.
You and I agreed to suck the dew of summer.
Unspeakable teeth are devouring the river.
The shadow of the mountain moistens my heart.
Looking at your moving and vigorous figure
A chaotic and naive era
What a proud sight it is.
I put your cloak on tightly.
This seems to be our real dream.
How dazzling you are in your fantasy.
The awe of sunshine took away Yue Hui's contempt.
* * * Sing a hymn together.
Eternal topic
Ring the bell and let's dance.
Horseshoe and breeze are pushing now.
Cast a dream of happy flowering
The existence and disappearance of poverty
How rich I am.
Write poems for you.
Feelings for you
I shed every tear for you.
Break your wings for you
Take off for you
Stagnation for you
Fill you with muddy water from the river.
Touch the lost heart for you
2. Chrysanthemum
It used to be charming.
Beautiful and elegant
This is a seasonal ban.
Or a reminder of time?
It's withered now.
My chrysanthemum
I feel sorry for you.
Don't you want to be like before?
That kind of elegant charm
Where is my chrysanthemum?
May you be in the warm embrace of the earth.
Show your beauty
Stop talking.
go for a walk
painful
Because giving is also a kind of beauty.
Reading the most classic modern poetry Part IV: Short and Eternal
I spread my heart towards the dawn.
Think of a broken dream.
Clearly visible spots sobbed.
A fence that has blossomed.
My heart rests in humility.
Grow so big that it shines brightly.
Leave if you don't understand.
Indulge in the present
An indescribable plot
A dim light like a distant lamp.
Beautiful lights.
My poor disposable coat
Broke his tearful eyes.
You call for his existence?
The sound comes from the horizon.
The age of old lime soil
Discarded discs by the kiln.
All this is like the moment when flowers bloom.
Pour it gently.
The eternal existence of God.
Staring at the creeping dust
I write limited scenes into history.
History also comforts myself for me.
The light of will will never go out.
Lament for my short legs.
And a weak heart
In order to realize an unworthy vision.
3. Interesting winter
A leaf floated before my eyes.
The green in the past has disappeared.
Fall on the yellow grass
Keep silent from now on.
There was a moan like a pine tree.
Telling the feeling of winter arrival
One by one.
wave
Layer by layer
Drift away
Send the information of winter to the earth.
one person
Stepping on the path of layers of dead leaves
Walk quietly and gently.
Enjoy the peace of early winter.
In the ear
Without the hustle and bustle of that city.
in the heart
No earthly troubles
Only the tranquility and beauty in oil painting.
Standing in the wind
Let the wind blow through my ears
Blowing through the gaps between every cell in the body.
I am the only person like an elf in this world.
In the embrace of this winter wind.
4. Interesting courtyard
The yard is empty.
Cried cicada noisily
The cat squatted on the branch and held its breath.
open eyes wide
Bow.
The wind is light.
A dog is lying quietly under the tree.
Squint one's eyes
Wagging one's tail
Madness in midsummer.
An old man lay quietly in a rocking chair.
Pufan
Talk to yourself.
suddenly
The cat's agile jump
The cicada gave a cry and then broke the sound.
The dog under the tree stood up with wide-eyed vigilance.
But he immediately lay down and closed his eyes.
And the old man sitting in the rocking chair
Still shaking the cattail leaf fan
go one's own way
The yard is empty.
Leaves rustle.
A cat climbed down from the tree contentedly.
Take a gentle leap
Just landed on the old yellow dog's back.
Old yellow dog stood up.
Lazy to lie down beside the old man.
The old man put down the cattail leaf fan
Hold the cat in your arms.
The yard is quiet.
The old man closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The cat closed its eyes and fell asleep.
Old yellow dog closed his eyes and fell asleep.
5. Interesting accident
Fun is a pleasant accident.
This is a surprise.
Proper gentleness and chastity
Like love catching a dream without trace.
A lonely heart quietly opened.
Like a shepherd boy singing.
Green piccolo as dense as grassland.
It seems that farmers have
The joy of golden ears of wheat
Like a hunter is experiencing.
A forest-like illusion
Looking forward to it like a fisherman
Hope of transparency in rice fields
Interesting us
Have a soft skin color like clay.
Buried each other's hearts
Only raindrops fall through your fingers.
The days swing in and out.
Fall in love with fun
Clearly visible but elusive.
Close at hand but untouchable.
Perched in the shadow of his own name
Time is in the temple of the soul.
Repetitive tremor
Occasionally, except love.
Have no other wishes
stare blankly
Let emotions permeate.
Who doesn't want to be one every day?
Interesting waiting
Who wouldn't want to create one for each other?
Pure days
Simple love words
Expand an interesting plot
Life on earth
The magic of change loves you
Unwilling to think
The sound is endless.
I created you.
As big as my loneliness.
Hanging together like shadows, standing alone.
The whole world day and night.
Want your eyes
I didn't see anything else.
I only see daydreams about you.
I only saw it
Your imaginary world
Sometimes I miss you in the empty crowd.
See the blind sky under the dark clouds
Think of interesting you.
In the silent falling rain
There will be ballad-like poems.
Makes me relaxed and happy.
I want to make you a pot.
Interesting rain tea
Use your product without worry.
Eternal theme
Keep your body still.
You come, I'll go
Turned into an interesting license plate.
There is a she in the dream.
6. "light"
In the ruins.
Strolling along a crystal clear river.
gently
Sing love songs on summer nights
Yueer
Sleep with warm clouds
Call the stars your own children.
Make them
Fast flight
so that
Inspire the potential motivation in four areas.
on the way
Flying fireflies/fireflies/fireflies
Is the most beautiful bride.
It carries happiness.
Married to this man who fell from the sky.
Wanderer.
7. Cold and hot
In the wind and frost
Move your nose.
The prism in front of my window
Facing a sleepless winter
What is a hand?
What are eyes?
in the dark
It seems that they have all been dismembered.
We offer our hearts to the sun.
Of course not.
Just in the sunny desert
We still don't understand.
Cold and heat
The solution of.
8. the end of time
Time revolves around the city.
Take a walk
Another circle
I'm by the reef.
Read the name of sunset
again and again
You wander around.
over there
At the feet of countless people
back and forth
Falling shadows
life
Always waiting
In the mountains and rivers
Repeatedly
love
Can't touch your heart.
9. Heavy rain; rainstorm
Before the rainstorm.
Always let the wind out first.
A piece of paper from the grapevine
Rise from every corner, spread
Soon the sky was covered with dust.
You can't tell north from south, east from west.
Even day and night.
At this time, thunder appeared.
climb a mountain
Shock some cicadas.
But I can't be scared.
Noisy frog
Maybe it's anger.
It flashed the sword of lightning.
Dance wildly for a while
The troublemakers got into the grass and hid.
Several trees stand in front.
Be beheaded
Finally, the long-awaited
A rainstorm is coming.
Flower flower
I don't know, it tried to put out the dust.
Or do you want to wipe the blood off the tree?
In a word, I see a lot of rain on the ridge here.
And another field separated by a ridge.
The land is still cracked by drought.
10, rainbow
The rainstorm is not over yet.
God can't wait
Release his imperial edict:
"The sky is pure and beautiful.
"All the black smoke and dust disappeared."
The imperial edict of colorful silks and satins
Flashing in the sky
As soon as you turn around
The imperial edict was taken back by God.
1 1, Magnolia grandiflora
This season is not suitable for flowers to survive.
Which flower dares to stand up?
Dare to speak the sweet words of flowers
No need for a storm.
Play soot on the sun.
Or burn him to death.
Magnolia grandiflora, only magnolia grandiflora.
Dressed in white
In the flame
On a piece of dead green
Like a grain of snow-white sand
It hurts the eyes of the sky.
12, "Sitting alone outdoors daydreaming at night"
The earth is dark.
The sky above me
But the spring is bright.
Snow white sheep
Eating the moonlight.
Flowers like stars
Twinkling in the grass
I wish I were a bird.
If it were a bird, I would fly to the world overhead.
Do Tao Yuanming
I brought a hoe, too.
Plant beans on the blue land.
Don't worry about the hut being demolished.
I'm not worried about being laid off.
When the moon rises high.
I'll pick up the hoe again.
Go home in dew.