Dragonflies twinkling in dreams
Can't fly over the river in front of the door
In a wooden house with a locked door
Apples are destined to be lonely.
The setting sun sets quietly.
Make a fire behind the mountain.
The old schoolbag has been hanging on the tree.
The child who went to school is missing.
Another kind of loneliness
A bee with a broken wing.
Try to crawl on your feet
Wild deer in rock paintings
Lose the ancient totem
The moonlight didn't shine into the town.
The deaf can't hear, so work overtime.
In the dark valley.
A man bowed to the tombstone.
south?wind
When the south wind comes,
Swallows are still nesting in last year's village, waiting for the snow to melt.
When the south wind comes,
The plum blossoms on the tree refused to fall to the ground with a smile on their faces.
The south wind that wrinkled the lake.
Conveniently melted the remaining ice.
The south wind lengthens people's minds.
The oil-paper umbrella in the rain lane in the south of the Yangtze River rotates in the south wind.
How many lingering memories
Also in the south wind.
No one lent her an umbrella by the broken bridge.
The darling of the White House was soaked with apricot flowers.
The south wind, when it blows from the thatched cottage.
Three or two shiny straws are dancing in the wind.
A peasant girl leaning against the door in meditation
I am also saddened by the south wind.
As a result, many tears that can't be erased in the past.
When they fall together,
I have lost my foothold in the south wind.
Ten years
Those mountains are still standing there, not growing tall.
It didn't drop either. It's been ten years.
The river gradually becomes shallow, but it will never dry up.
There are also floods in the rainy season.
Sediments piled up into graves on the hills by the river.
Reed takes ten years.
What occupies this place is a vast expanse of melancholy white.
Like a cloud, so soft in the wind.
People can't feel the weight of autumn.
After ten years, all the teenagers have grown up.
A few people escaped from this process.
Maybe by accident, they became
Children who don't grow up have become troubles for their parents and the village.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan. Those who left home in their early years
..... can't go back.
Ten years ago, they thought about stopping traveling.
Now, they are thinking about the next decade.
It's not nostalgia that makes you sincere. Think about ten years.
There are always people crying.
They said they met sand when they walked against the wind.
They said that the one that caught my attention was ten years ago. ...
girl
You smile in the crowd.
Cross the street corner
Your smile warms the snow-covered streets.
In the best years
I've seen you, guys.
These girls
Like meeting the four seasons.
plum
Like peach blossoms in spring and stars in summer.
Like a light rain in autumn
Moistened my memory of winter in the north.
I met you one by one.
And leave each other.
I watched you all put on your wedding dresses.
These girls
In church, exchange rings with others.
Happy or crying?
I want to hear all your stories.
I will meet another girl.
I will die with her and be grateful at the same time.
Thank life for treating me like this.
I will embrace the past in my heart
I wish these girls a happy life.
All the tears have flowed before.
In the days to come, it is full of sweetness.
tianzhu mountain
Want to learn from the outside world, don't eat fireworks.
In Tianzhu Mountain
Like grass growing quietly in Shan Ye.
Or like a gust of wind, a cloud
Climb over that mountain
Turn into a downpour
Inner peace makes life calm.
In Tianzhu Mountain, I will think of some old friends.
Think of the cherry tree in my childhood
There are often ants around the stake under the tree.
Look at the flowers, the sunset and the maple leaves.
Their color every day is a matter of life and death.
From yellow to red, from shallow to deep,
Look at the pine needles falling under your feet.
Quietly buried in the dirt and dust of the years
In Tianzhu Mountain, something is slowly disappearing.
Like the first frost, like someone in my heart.
Will slowly forget her face, her name.
Let the memory plant a tombstone in the heart.
Build a small grave
Hu Jing, male, 1987, from Shangnan County, Shangluo City, Shaanxi Province. He has been focusing on poetry creation, and the scenery in his hometown has given Hu Jing, a young poet, endless writing motivation. The change of seasons, the alternation of life and the rainy weather can all be used as materials for his poems.
"I believe that paper and ink are elegant, and I believe that a book of poems on my desk can add a little peace to my life. Poetry is not simply singing, but more about reflection and care for life. A thousand years ago, Su Shi wrote, "Life is like a dream, and one statue is still on the Yangtze River. "Earlier, someone said," This is not the whole of Qian Fan, and dusk is full of water. "The people of Sri Lanka have gone. Writing should be the truest and freest expression of emotion, and vague techniques and exaggerated rhetoric should be abandoned. You can inject soul into poetry, "Hu Jing said excitedly.