First, the pace of life
Everything has gone crazy this season.
Towards the sun.
The power of life
Distort the poet's sadness ...
No pain
It's too late to fortify
All the past
Let him be exposed in summer.
Let the soul breathe.
Inject new vitality into life ...
I don't feel sorry for the falling flowers in March.
Don't stay on earth, April tears are confused. ...
Let the chaotic sky burst
After a heavy rain
Appreciate more beautiful clothes ...
A bird cut through the sky.
A drop of water is sadness in compassion.
A dragonfly is flying lightly in the shower head.
A clumsy soul looks straight at the summer wheat awn.
Summer when the grass grows and the warbler flies
All life is sad because of the seasons. ...
Second, water lilies
Waiting for you on a quiet summer night
When you wake up in a dream.
Guard with a lifetime of piety
Pray that it will blossom in the morning after the storm. ...
A desolate wilderness
Fill your eyes with green.
Standing under an old tree
Quietly respect you with a pool of flowers. ...
Wet heart recites your Sanskrit.
Wake you up. I'm waiting.
Even if I wait for you to blossom ...
About the author:
Lao Shu (Deng Hui): Mongolian. Born in Qianguoerluosi Mongolian Autonomous County, Jilin Province. The beautiful Horqin grassland cultivates the poet's uninhibited character, loves literature and likes poetry. His works are scattered in poetry magazines, paper media and online platforms.
Editor Li Guangyou Gongga