A strong horse,
A loyal horse,
Running freely between you and me,
Running in the vast universe,
Run to the unchanging faith,
Running towards eternal life,
Used up a bright future.
Life should be like a horse,
Play freely in life,
Strive to create in life,
Enjoy life.
May you and I be proud horses.
25, tiger, tiger
Everyone grabs a tiger or hides it.
My own darkness. Like a sleeping tiger
The claws are hidden between Lin Mang. My darkness is not great.
Cover your eyes. My darkness
It is a blasphemy against the night, and it is also a blasphemy against the bright moon.
It's a little ironic. Look, that white round thing.
Its shadow is like a circular collapse.
Its light is enough to expose its darkness.
My mind is smaller than the dense jungle.
But it's bigger than an empty mountain. The tiger sleeps in my body.
Then escape, like time in a clock.
Silence, still will not stop.
The disappearance of the tiger is like a dream I can't remember.
I sat in a dark room, my body.
Like a convex lens, it condenses the night.
The darkest darkness and light. Darkness is the biggest obstacle.
I can't push it.
That heavy iron gate. I am my own residence.
It is also a prison. I am the pinnacle of myself.
It is also an abyss. I protected myself.
Just like a tiger slave controls a tiger. However, I am not.
Your own master. This is the darkness I have accumulated for thirty years.
Love torn by flesh and blood, those endless poems
The stone of regret and the river of melancholy
Almost filled the abyss of my heart. The indelible darkness on paper
Come to my eyes and turn into hot tears.
The tiger jumped out of my body like a red sun.
Its gorgeous fur is like a brilliant morning glow.
And I hold a broom every day, in the yard at dusk.
Collect sunset glow. Those ancient clouds
Those rotten lights are like feathers dropped by big birds.
Has been unable to participate in the real surge.
Every cage is an obstacle to the tiger.
Just like every woman is an obstacle to Kafka.
The sad face man must have seen it.
The darkness of a woman or the face of God.
I can't help shivering again. His trembling hands
Wrote a poem about human darkness on paper.
Darkness as big as a drop of ink stains hides the vague face of God.
Even god himself is afraid.
Milton or Borges in his later years.
Touch the dark mirror from the passing river.
Instead of being sad, they learn from chopping wood.
A glimpse of those eternal ashes. A bright moon
Rising in every courtyard, it can't shine.
But it shines on vast land and humble vegetation.
In this way, the elimination of darkness is necessary, but the snow covers it.
Appear fragile and powerless. I'm clearing away my inner depression.
It's like scraping the thick paint off the iron drum with a trowel.
The sad boy collected the melancholy of the village.
And take it for yourself. Swan in my dream
Steal the spring and seize the flame, which is occupied by god.
And leave a thick shadow, every feather
Everyone is full of desire. Helen is an obstacle to every soldier.
The shadow of God has been hanging over her, Troy.
Instantly turned into ruins. Oh, my Helen
A tigress with gorgeous fur, she is every beauty.
She burned every era and turned every man into ashes in an instant.
In this way, love is the darkness in my heart.
There are deeper fears. A tiger eager for freedom
Be locked in a cage. There are no more tigers
This is the sorrow of every forest.
* * * The same darkness, the darkness of the jungle.
Than the total darkness of each tree.
Every leaf of a tree is like a tearful eye.
The tiger jumped out of my body, leaving only my body.
The tiger jumped out of its heart, leaving only gorgeous fur.
There are no more tigers. This is my sorrow.
A man who belongs to a tiger is in the company of tigers in the depths of Lin Mang.
Exchange bodies, but there is not enough time to exchange souls.
The leather mattress on which the chair is placed is not a tiger, but a bone soaked in medicinal liquor.
Not a tiger, I am in awe of the girl's animal training in the circus.
Not a tiger. I walked through the cold iron fence
Looking at the sleepy tiger. A tiger
There are countless forms of life, but there is only one death.
I looked for tigers in the crowd, and my face went numb.
Looking for the word "king" of tiger forehead. Oh, I'm looking for my own kind
Without a word. I have accumulated darkness for years.
Just like gunpowder will be detonated by a tiger, those fires, those lights.
So violent. Countless tigers gushed out from the morning glow.
They are the morning glow, pregnant with rain and lightning.
Countless tigers make up a colorful tiger skin dream.
Life and freedom have not been found so far.
A habitable body. About light and peace
So far, no corresponding lights have been found. I'm in the dark
Seeing Jin Hu passing by, I jotted it down.
This poem about tigers does not expect to clear this darkness.
Meng Haoran-Chun Xiao
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken?
Li Bai-Crying at Night
On the edge of Huang Yuncheng, Wu wants to live and cry on the dumb branch.
In the machine, Jin Qinchuan is female, and the blue yarn is like smoke.
When I stopped, I thought of people in the distance. I stayed alone in the empty room and cried like rain.
Li Bai-Chaofa Baidicheng
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
Bai Juyi-Qiantang Spring Tour
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Wang Wei —— Birding Creek
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
bee
No matter whether it is flat land or Luoyin mountains, infinite scenery is occupied. After all the flowers are collected into honey, who will work hard for whom and be sweet for whom?
wood thrush
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees. Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
Goose, goose, goose
Your neck sings to the sky in joy.
White feathers float on the green water.
Anthurium dial green wave
Quatrain
Two orioles sing green willows.
Egrets line up into the sky.
Autumn snow in Xiling, cold window
My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene";
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
I don't know whether you want modern poetry or ancient poetry. I'll help you pick it.