Hometown, there are no rails so far.
In addition to growing wheat
And rice.
Can't get free land.
.
I can't spare the time. So is my old father.
Light a cigarette
Always think of looking up at the sky.
.
Actually, we started with water
He Lixia
There are more than the Li River, which flows downstream.
And weishui.
.
The river is the cloud that goes home, and the cloud is
Wandering river
.
In some seasons, there is a lot of rain.
Rain is a train without a platform on the way.
A trip.
Drive into the river in my hometown.
Text/Si Zhihua (Shandong)
A can of wine
Shallow buried in the corner of the yard
Filled with water, corn and sorghum from my hometown.
Old houses, old streets, childhood songs
.
you said
Go far away wrapped in wine.
Seal your thoughts in the sun and the moon.
Seize the mellow taste when you are lonely.
Slowly cover the warm cold at night.
Homesickness flows in the depths of the soul.
Soaked to the skin, I hurried every day.
.
There are long and short reading hours.
Clocks and watches have no other numbers except 12.
Send it to you without an answer.
Peach blossom-like gorgeous artistic conception
The wind brings you your pale journey.
Tu Yan also wants to
The fragrance of flowers touches your memory.
That drunken night in my hometown
.
New Year's Eve
The stored wine overflowed the gap in the village.
Do you smell it? A distant wanderer
This fragrance is sprinkled on your way home.
Spring flood
Text/Hua Ling
The snow is still on the road, and I am ready for the winter. As far as I can see, the vegetation is yellow, the wilderness is far away, and only the back is left in autumn.
On the crumbling horizon, who is plucking the strings of the annual rings? Sunset, clouds and distant mountains are already haggard!
Memory is an endless road. Before the cold came, everything in the past was illusory, and the link was deep in my mind. The past events of spring, summer and autumn have been chattering in retrospect, and I can't get rid of the lingering, diarrhea and fleeting years.
In the long journey of life, it doesn't matter how many roads you walk, but how many scenery you leave behind. Because the clearest footprints in life are always printed in the most bumpy mud. Even if fate is the worst screenwriter, you should be the best actor.
Just like this changing winter cloud, a hunch is always in an instant, and a firm belief can't be captured. My soul is blazing, but I can't touch the ideal clothes as thin as cicadas; Proud red lips, never willing to spit a mouthful of white pity.
People don't die a fair death, but die a fair death. After a season of flowering, growth and withering, you hate those people and the result is the same as them! With one's own blood, it is difficult to solve a hundred knots. Only survival is the courage to overcome everything. If you can't get out of your memories, you can't win the future!
Before the end of my life, I have two relatives, shadow and loneliness. The shadow approached me in the light, and loneliness turned to me in the dark.
All the pains people suffer come from themselves. After the glory of life, the rest of your life will be repaid by loneliness. When you are in a high position, how to come down gracefully will show your wisdom. Loneliness is the only outlet for loneliness. Don't try to break loneliness in any way, but find a suitable way to stay lonely. Night is not a good medicine for insomnia. Your heart must be wide enough to accommodate the night. Only those who are willing to be silent can understand the true meaning of life.
Distance is distance because we can't reach it. Since everyone is bound to die, let life bloom briefly.
Time can make everything disappear, but it can't stop itself. When the blade of time becomes so sharp, it is because of you and me that we are about to grow old. Don't be a coward and cry between the gears of the clock. Sometimes I want to trap myself in sadness, but I always forget it in a wry smile. There are no obstacles under the feet of the brave, so let us go on without hesitation.
Once the snow falls, it is like a white swan standing in the wilderness. The night is still tightly wrapped in the future, and Yiyi gropes for progress in the dark.
The thick trunk is bare, just to bear more weight. The majestic land is unobstructed, just to leave a clean soul. When the sheep take away the white clouds, when the smoke climbs the wind and lets the snow fall, let's find the answer in the seasonal winter.
When the snow falls on the city, I would like to walk through the whole street with my neon hand, creak like a diligent night watchman, and then sit under the early morning light and write a poem to warm the night. In the fingers of time, I will flow like a stream of snow water and collect the last sound.
Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. The Reading and Sleeping Poetry Society was founded in October 20 15 1 16. The mission of the poetry club is to "speak for grassroots poets" and carry forward the "poetic spirit", that is, to pursue the truth, goodness and beauty, artistic innovation and spiritual pleasure of poetry. Now, a collection of poems co-authored by the poet has been published, such as Reading Poems in Spring, Reading Poems and Growing Grass, Yingying Flying and so on.