Cultivation
Sadness, even with all your might.
At this time, it is impossible to get rid of it.
People who don't fit in, plain faces.
His ears are a winter ornament.
At this moment, the cormorant clenches its feathers.
Flying all the way along the green hills, the empty shadow collapsed.
At this moment, the mountains are empty.
Descend the river and go up the Wangfu Rock.
Standing in a group of shadows.
It's like a gray gloom from afar.
Push closer. At this moment.
Fate may need it.
Forced to be happy, you need each other.
So tacitly. So many years.
Now that the wind and rain have passed, can life be wiped away some?
The face of the mountains and rivers. So many years.
Holding a shy chess piece.
Even if it's not Wangfu Rock, even if it's just occasional wind and dust.
You should also concentrate on cultivation, even if it is only for a while.
Dejected. If
If time is rich.
When the pelican spreads its wings and flies lightly.
Its wings will be insincere.
Make a sound of humility.
If it is just sunny after the rain at this moment.
Sunshine after a rush ps
The style of painting will once again be delicate.
If the lily spreads out from the orchestra pit.
March, standing on the lazy and shy branches.
People can't help it.
The earth will also be imaginative.
If after the fall.
Nothing was found.
The sorrowful brow is soothing. Throw it aside.
Dreams of the past, chew carefully.
You will find life.
No matter how strict the structure is.
It is also slowly starting to loosen.
There are some secrets that are suddenly revealed as soon as they are recalled.
And it seems so rambling.
Heart. Give it to her
Walk and walk, and there you are.
This is a flat and straightforward place.
The light of the ancient gods twisted the nose of the unbeatable.
Canyons, shallows, apes.
Try to avoid the steep cliffs of mountain streams.
Hand in hand, there is a deep mountain nearby.
In the distance is the endless spring of the prairie.
If you choose to be open-minded.
Its long hand will touch the land of spring and autumn.
If you break off a section of bud valley with your hand.
Some ideas will be abandoned with the beautiful scenery ahead.
However, there are no weekends in life.
The scaly waves of water have moments of calm.
There is also the sound of the flood that fuels the waves.
Once someone conceives.
I have a sad heart of a rabbit and a fox, out of Weishui.
Straight to the sea in the east of the sunrise.
Standing under the moonlight, my body.
Although it will be turbulent, it will inevitably encounter it again.
Look blank. 
Author:Ye Xiaosong, born in 1964, screen name, Prometheus (fire thief), columnist of the Reading Sleep Poetry Society, and a good poet in poetry writing. Some of the poems are included in "Reading Sleep Poems: Spring Blossoms" and "Reading Sleep Poems: The Grass Grows and the Warbler Flies". The language of poetry is unique, the poetry is agile, and he is good at digging out the poetic soil and building the castle of poetry from the silhouette of life. Poetry has its own unique meaning and specialness, and has a certain degree of recognition.
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Face the sea and look for the light with your black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "speaking for grassroots poets" as its mission and promoting the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, the spiritual pleasure of poetry, and the revelation of poetry to living life.