On a foggy morning
In the cradle of mountains.
You open it slowly
Hazy dawn eyes
Blue and white are rolling in your eyes.
You take a deep breath of oxygen
Everyone under your feet is happy for you.
The five-color neon lights crashed into silence.
Old people in the country see you all green.
The white army Tianma dragged the sun over.
Across the warm mountain heights.
The soul of the martyr's tomb looked up into the distance.
The distance in the eyes has carried a century.
I'm looking into your eyes.
Bright red boiled the years.
Finally, I will never see the world again.
Only see yourself.
Heart flower
You planted this flower in my heart.
Don't ask about past lives, just look at this life.
When I heard you coming, the flowers began to sway.
Blood boils, burning iron bones to melt.
I crushed the memory of past lives and sprouted this life.
Staring at you quietly, sighing silently.
You feel sad and turn away.
After you left, the blood in my heart
A flap fell to the ground.
Grass grows on bronze iron bones
I'm sitting in a busy city.
Cars and horses flowed across the land at my fingertips.
A few breezes messed up my hair.
I said take away the sadness of this spring.
Who walks to the sunrise naked?
The flames swayed everywhere.
Silent weeds can't talk.
It will only burn in the fire.
Weak weeds, fearless weeds
It burned into a pile of bronze bones.
Who remembers what it looks like?
It was buried in the soil with its offspring.
Thousands of years later, humans dug here.
A few wisps of smoke from the spring breeze have just passed by.
Hey! Grass grows on bronze iron bones?
Don't! Grass grows on grass!
Bank of Chengdu
The train leaves at 9: 04.
The smell of three days is very strong on my nose.
There is no sadness of parting, only in the indifferent waves.
Expect long-term returns.
The scenery in front of us is gloomy, and the train is full of red lanterns in Jinli.
Several goldfish swam around in the car, and the ancient city wall fell into the car wall.
There is no smiling girl around me, only a strong man is sleeping and lying down.
The wanton winter wind blew outside the window.
Near noon, I walked into the embrace of my homeland.
In the familiar figure, I clutched the train tightly.
The sachet in my arms proves that I have never been there.
Huohuohuo
Snow and ice ignited the fire.
Charcoal burns in the fire.
Black fog, like grandpa's hand.
The house is the temperature in grandpa's eyes.
I remember the winter in Chongqing and pick up my childhood in my memory.
Layer after layer burns in the fire and slowly heats up.
A small spark is generating, arousing a beautiful dream.
From babbling to energetic teenagers
From last winter to this winter
Give me a hand and take me back.
The floor has not been decorated and the house has not been expanded.
The attic of the old house is still playing hide and seek.
In the house next door, there are sweets for centenarians.
It was someone else's winter and my last spring.
On a snowy morning, I sat by the fire.
Looking into the distance, tears are covered with snow.
My soul is sealed here.
My ribs burned in the fire.
One section is white and the other is black.
Buried in the fire, buried in my hometown
Buried in a teenager's dream
Building accumulation
Buildings pile up at dusk.
A teenager walks with a sword.
A brand-new modern civilization
Behind it is an old fishing boat.
And ancient city walls.
Fishermen and generals.
This sword is particularly dazzling in the moonlight.
The poet stared at the boy in the distance.
A silent city in the dark.
Invert in silence
That's the poet's pen and that's the teenager's sword.
The boy looked at the sky in despair.
Throw the sword into the spring.
So in the endless night
Cats and dogs don't bark, crows don't bark.
Only a shiny sword.
And scattered buildings.
hear nothing of
I'm glad your eyes are as bright as the bright moon.
Swing my heart like a running Yellow River.
But I can't say-I can't say.
I am a lonely patient traveling in the sky.
I am glad that you are as bright as the smile of the sunrise.
I'm as drunk as an old monk.
But I can't say-I can't say.
I am a green-faced demon in human skin.
I'm glad you are as warm and comfortable as the spring breeze.
Destroy my anger that burns like a red flame
But I can't say-I can't say.
I am burdened with the shackles of sin.
I love you-I don't want to hurt you in my hands.
Simply escape into the darkness and remain silent.
you said
From birth to death, you talked all day.
You talk about the legend of immortals, and you also talk about the life of farmers.
You said your feet were covered with mud.
You said you were standing on the tower daydreaming.
You said you slept in the grave and wrote.
You said that things have changed, and you also said that people are unpredictable.
You said don't cry, you said every tear.
Everything is a mess in the eyes of others.
You said that what you wrote was not a poem, but a sad song on earth.
You said that light would bury darkness, and darkness would come back from the earth.
Come on, what are you afraid to say?
I want to write a most beautiful love poem for you.
I want to write a beautiful love poem for you.
There is a clear stream in this poem.
Fish play freely in the water,
Peach blossoms fall on the land on both sides of the river.
I want to write a beautiful love poem for you.
There is a hut surrounded by a fence in the poem.
There is a green willow tree in front of the house.
Butterflies dance gently with the breeze.
I want to write a beautiful love poem for you.
There is an ancient rhyme Lanting in the poem.
The sun shines on your face,
Your smile is not like the scenery on the earth.
I want to write a beautiful love poem for you.
But I can't find any trace of you.
Only in this dead of night dream,
Dreaming about this unknown poem.
There is a story.
There is a meeting that I have been waiting for for ten years.
There is a kind of love called online dating.
A wild goose once took my thoughts across the sky.
There is a place where your name always looms large in its name.
In front of you and me, seagulls will not return to the horizon.
I met you in the garden of dreams, but all others saw were barren fields.
The wind affects the red line between you and me, and the drizzle sets off your face.
The story begins with the winter wind and ends with the winter wind.
There is a once surging heart, but now it is quietly sleeping.
This story is very short, only one year.
I haven't seen you once in this story.
on Chinese New Year's Eve
In this special festival, I saw the dawn of fate.
I saw a warm breeze blowing on the willows.
I saw the sun shining into the window and the wind blowing warm.
I see that the sky is pure and the earth is full of vitality.
I saw birds singing in front of the court and flowers blooming quietly.
I saw a dream country in a yellow halo.
I saw myself, packed the past year and swallowed it in a short minute.
Dedicated to the earth, the sky and the future.
Hidden in a small building in the south
I hid in a small building in the south.
A few wisps of spring breeze beat against the window.
I shut the wooden window tightly.
Stuff yourself into an ancient porcelain altar.
Occasionally, spring sweeps across the earth.
I smell spring in the dark.
A twilight song echoed in the altar.
Open a delicate red flower quietly.
I pick red flowers slowly.
Hold it in the palm of your hand, just like watching the sun in the sky
Then it started to burn violently.
It's going to put porcelain jars and wooden windows
Burn a narrow passage
Yingxiongmiao
I am carrying a blue lantern.
Wandering in the endless void
Go to the hero temple
Next to me are purple flowers.
Slow-flowing black juice
Every drop will fall
Is a human disaster.
I am at dusk
Walk into the hero temple
In the hero temple
I took off my head and raised the flowers.
On a sunny afternoon
On a sunny afternoon
Go to Gele Mountain to pick a forest.
Full of sunshine and pinecones
Go to the dark valley
Long poems bloom in the valley.
Words are ink and flowers are ink.
Sow sunshine in the valley
Long poems bloom with yellow flowers.
Sprinkle pine cones all over the floor.
Every pine cone grows a squirrel.
They jumped in the valley like ghosts.
I sleep in the valley.
Holding a forest in one's arms
Next to the squirrel, next to the long poem
There are yellow flowers all over the floor beside me.
The sun in the south
Wild geese in the north
Living in the sunshine in the south
I looked up at the sky.
The red and yellow flowers are slowly blooming.
Before sunset
I remember every flower.
Please bring a residual lamp at night.
Light up in front of my eyes
At this moment, my eyes
Fly out of red and yellow flowers
Wild geese flying out of the sun
Fly out of Tianma, carrying the moon
Dust?
This heroic epic will be remembered by future generations.
The creation of genius opens after death;
No matter how much we resist,
We are just dust in front of fate.
Haizi's death is no exception,
Gu cheng's luck will eventually become sad;
If you see through the suffering of this world,
Death comes as nature!
The failures in the world can be repeated,
Broken bodies become colorful.
Even if flower of life blooms again,
There is no escape for burial after dawn.
audience
Be deaf to ...
The tragedy of others
It's all after dinner.
Occasionally feel pity, wet your eyelids.
And fell for the prosperity of the world, and the corners of the mouth rose.
With a little smile.
You neglected his life, just like weeds on the roadside.
You cherish your hair, like a jewel in the crown.
I love you.
The moon becomes quiet at this time.
The stars blinked their moving eyes.
I miss you, by my desk, outside the window.
The breeze is slightly cool.
We meet in winter.
We parted on the eve of winter.
Perhaps the winter wind broke the red line under the moon.
We will never meet again in this life.
At the moment, my mind is exhausted.
Sometimes I read books, and sometimes I look at the moon.
Thinking about everything that used to be
My heart is so calm.
As calm as if it would never surge.
It's time for bed, girl
No matter who you meet in the future.
No matter how the waves rise again
I once loved you with me.
Sun, moon, stars, sea and the sky.
To love you.
destiny
The clock of fate
Give me one last warning.
Let me put down my pen.
Play games in a daze
Go to Lanting ten miles away to see the scenery.
Don't write poems to bury your thoughts.
I don't want to shout.
Wave the sun and moon in your hand.
Bloodshot eyes form rivers.
I want to write!
Write to spring, write to the earth
Write a flower and a drop of rain
Write about the fate in the eyes of others
mland
Find a place full of peach blossoms
To build several houses, it doesn't have to be too big. Simplicity is the best.
Behind the hill, in front of a clear stream.
Surround another fence and plant some red and green flowers.
Hate people, then don't meet again. Happy people often come to visit?
I was awakened by the singing of Yingying in the morning, and I brushed any flowers and plants.
Lying on the grass at will, playing a Tao Di tune for this nature.
Sunshine is the best dancer, it beats with every note.
Emit warm yellow vitality, thick or shallow, high or low.
Butterflies, unwilling to be lonely, came one after another and surrounded me.
I had to take out a piece of rice paper and plant a few poetic words, which were symmetrical with the butterfly in the sun.
Satisfied with raising their posture, they flew away.
After lunch, hang a hammock and take a nap under the blue sky and white clouds.
I won't be disturbed by anyone, and there is no noise of car horns.
After waking up, draw an ink painting for this beautiful scenery. Not too high, just happy.
Make friends with the fish in the stream and tell life stories with the ants on the ground.
When you are tired, just lean under the peach tree and watch the afterglow of the sunset.
Recalling every name in my mind, I look indifferent.
If it goes up, invite two friends from the same industry.
Two people play chess and one plays the piano.
If you lose, drink three cups of peach blossom wine and play the piano.
When you're drunk, write a poem that is even and even.
Regardless of the world, regardless of the bright moon on the horizon.
At this time, you will say, "There is something missing."
There is only one woman, the woman who can give me everything.
I am waiting, waiting for a century of miracle.
midnight
The clock struck midnight.
Ghosts and gods shuttle through the shadows.
Make a threatening gesture
A timid child
Dare not make any more noise.
There was a dead silence.
A dead old tree
Lying in a corner of the mountain
No one died.
Crows crow
It's midnight now.
Longer than a train.
It is colder than polar ice.
You'd better arrive before the spring blossoms.
Towards the night sky
Light a lamp that is higher than the burning temperature in the furnace.
Warm the whole midnight
but I ...
Let out a loud laugh.
Sleep in the countryside at night
year
Sunset at night
Through the rusty clouds
I saw it. ...
All days
Is quietly dying.
The eagle mourns
The wings of aging are powerless.
The fierce tiger howled.
The flame in the eyes gradually went out.
A river that flows for thousands of years.
It was torn open by a huge wound.
drain away
When night covers the earth
Everything will be washed once.
You can survive the knife, the mountain and the sea of fire.
Can't endure the years
Like to act alone.
He said you were a lonely wolf.
She also said you were a lone ranger.
So regardless of the predecessor,
You became a lonely wolf.
You sometimes scream at the sky.
Show your fangs
Sometimes I whimper in a low voice.
Lick your scars.
They are afraid of your fangs.
They laughed at your scars.
Don't be angry with them.
Go where you belong.
Running on the grassland.
Run on master yuan.
Huh? roar
Burn into a sea of fire
In winter
I must make it clear.
If it's just yesterday's breeze
Not enough-
Express my heart.
Then let Fang Qun bloom in Qingyun.
Press Qingyun into the earth again
At this point-
Play another magnificent movement.
To match the intoxicating winter rhyme
therefore
Tilt a grass at you.
Offer you a flower.
Mountains, rivers, stars, the sun and the moon
Incline to you
Then we can sue clearly.
This little idea of mine
I know
Your smile will never expire.
After that, the world-
There is no winter.
location
I don't want to go.
Be a grass
The wind is blowing from both sides.
I don't want to go.
Be a big tree
Facing the heavy rain, he broke his waist.
I just need
An agarwood piano.
A huge pen.
There are blue sky and white clouds overhead.
The grass under your feet is green.
Loneliness is my poem with no regrets.
Proud is my unrequited love.
Never make unnecessary gestures.
Just towards the dust.
Show one's personality
Let the universe see
I have my love.
I have my charm.
I can't laugh.
Long-term expectation