Dear pastor.
People who are not drunk under the sunflower,
Standing in front of the flowers like a walking corpse.
Looking up at the sunset, complaining that fate doesn't understand amorous feelings,
Deep in the mire, struggling, unable to move forward,
The sound of flowers turning into a breeze,
Alcohol overflowed in the rain,
The throats of strange innocent people are stuffed with petals,
Hold it with a white blade, dazzling and blurred; Sitting, Mu Ran, grinding, thinking;
Laughed at by the sun, imprisoned in the dark,
Am I still me? I'm not sure anymore.
Deep in the mire, struggling, unable to move forward,
Can you roar through the dark clouds in the storm?
The translucent figure is still shaking with time,
Can shouts in the rainstorm dispel the darkness?
This is the life of an empty cicada in the noisy summer!
Let the flowers wither,
Choke the flowers,
The seeds of arrogance will bloom with tears and pass them on to me.
Time is running out,
I didn't catch up even if I was in a hurry.
In a short time, we will leave a flash,
The meaning of life is always known after the rain.
Live, stand up, stand up, move on,
Am I still me? It doesn't matter anymore.
The restless self tries to abandon the unbearable self,
Arrogant species blossom, and then;
Sing loudly and move forward firmly. This is a decadent dream, which ignited the smoke of the empty cicada shell and entrusted the life of the unyielding!
I can't help but frown under the reflection of the fiery sunset.
The sad and tired expression dragged his heavy steps,
Awareness, awareness, rising;
In the sunset, I only see the back of resolutely moving forward, facing the night alone.
Yeah, I have to move on,
Lonely and strong,
Struggling to live with nothing,
The wheel of time also ends in the cycle of life, and we are just born by accident.
The worst fate, the most tragic situation can not abandon the bright wreckage;
Am I still me? It doesn't matter anymore!
Sincerity; Write down tomorrow's poems;
Deep in the mire, struggling, unable to move forward,
Even so, sing loudly!
Even if it is dark!
(Poetry transcends the planet of poetry)
Dialogue life
"Looking for glorious moments in memory"
Has passed away.
"Praise yourself"
Just in vain.
"Immersed in the good old days"
That will hurt you more.
"I hate my incompetence"
Don't mope.
"Want to climb this mountain"
Help me turn it over.
"reckless lifestyle"
You are just a beginner in life.
"Don't you need memories?"
Need to remember?
"Memory is the day when I am expected to embark on a journey."
Need to look forward to it?
"What should I do?"
Walk up to me rashly.
"What should I do?"
Come to me firmly.
"What should I do?"
Come over this mountain to me.
"Who are you?"
I am life.
"Who am I"
You are me.
(Poetry beyond poetry, blue sky)
Song of silence
This will make the host laugh,
It feels strange to be here.
I can't even find the tram,
Everyone is the master,
I am the only guest.
I'm always silent in a foreign land,
People in a foreign land will always miss them.
Silently facing the cold city needs no language,
A person wandering in a fixed city,
But every July and January,
Go back to your hometown,
Familiar people will smile,
See me,
People will stop,
In a very short time,
Will not be lonely.
......
Now that I am,
A foreign land is also home,
Loneliness is also full,
Sadness also smiles.
The previous poem was too sad. ...
How about a song that satirizes reality (_)
(Poetry beyond poetry, city)
High-rise buildings gather, people are angry and angry at their own life mortgage road.
Looking at the house price, I hesitate.
A family of three has no room to live in, and all the rooms in Xia Guang are made of mud.
Demolition, the people suffer; Construction, people suffer!
Brother Du Fu, when you say, "There are ten million spacious buildings, and the poor people in the world are happy! How impassioned, impassioned! I don't know what people will think when they see today's housing prices. Is mankind moving forward more and more? Or is it just a formal progress, but it is rotten in the bones? )
-Adapted from "Goat Tongguan Nostalgia" by Bird Yang Hao.
(Poetry beyond poetry, life)
Poetry beyond poetry:
Universe → Planet → Blue Sky → City → Life
People → cells → cell membrane → internal environment → nucleus.
People are like the universe, and the universe is like people.
The author is also dull.