Be a plant (poetry appreciation)

Be a plant

Go further

To the north, the desert cracked by the north wind

To the south, To the rain-heavy river

To the east, stretch out the wings of bees

To the west, the sky sets up flames on the mountain peaks

Sleepless eyes

The back garden at night

"I recognize the storm and am as excited as the sea"

But I cannot dig out yesterday

Recolor

The intersection separates youth at the fork

The branches of agriculture are in the dictionary of post-industrial life

Writing flowers and fruits

You have to lean down, Carefully identify

Which one is the past

Which one is the future

I am lucky enough to be associated with him and become a huge sunflower

Become its bright and unrestrained side

A plant with a crisp sound

Get your wings ready for the sun

One hundred thousand butterflies are about to Break out of the cocoon

Nirvana

Accidentally fall into your colorful colors

Be warmed, soaked, and want to shout

< p>Already suffocated

The boundless golden color surges over...

Overwhelming, as if speaking directly from the heart

The words are endless but the meaning is endless

I seem out of place among you

A piece of crappy art

More often like a distorted abstraction

Striped away from the truth

Only the appearance of the body is left

There have been too many stubborn diseases that have treated me coldly countless times

But now, does it count as a recovery

A rescue

You burned me with flames

I healed my wounds with ashes

The Great North, the Great Plains that I long for day and night

Only a heart-wrenching baptism

can I return to my true nature

Restore me

Pictures

Shadow

The sun Shifting to the west

I pass by myself quietly

Books, stones, lakes, and time slowly grow old

I keep correcting time

The deflection falling towards my heart

The shadow lengthened again

The gap in the water is water

Who is healing there, like a fish or a flame

These scattered poems wither like love

The shadow lives behind me and has not been taken away by the wind

Friendship

We belong to the same plant

The same breath brings us closer to each other

We have resisted spring and compromised with winter

The blue tranquility is on the way of wandering.

Occasionally talk about aesthetics, daylight

Wearing, music, poetry

Questioning divinity and humanity

Flowers and leaves come from different places Path

We shine on each other but we are each alone

Poet

Leng Meiyan