Labor pains
Maybe, I shouldn't.
I can't sleep all night.
No, against the yellowed **.
Reminiscing about the past
It shouldn't be!Where the sub-rules cry blood.
The fluffy grass is already flying.
Thin frost is applied to the face of the earth.
Fantasy snow. Submerged into the elderberry bare.
Knee. If you give up love.
Then give up!
When I came from the snow pit.
Stick out the head of childhood.
That's when I found out.
Life cannot be changed.
Spring memories
It's all night again, again.
Sleepless. Tons again.
Black, blooming in the air.
But after the bloom.
It's melancholy and sorrow.
This sigh of sorrow.
I don't know if it wants to get it in exchange.
What?At that time, the spring butterfly was silent.
There is only a whistle of the wind.
Gently press the wings. These wings are so light.
So gently.
Flying by, countless flowers.
Oh, beautiful!What is beauty?
In the night, which cannot be seen, the countryside is silent.
Hope for growth. And I, in this night.
I don't know if it's pain or suffering.
But I heard them urging me.
Urging me to ask for spring from Winter.
Footsteps. Rainy night
Throughout the night, it rained unabatedly.
The sound of dripping water and the heartbeat play out in harmony.
The sound of the night falling vines.
When loneliness burns a cigarette.
A dark canopy.
A flash of brilliance.
You can even see it.
Hold the anxiety of longing pouring out in your hand.
There's a serenity, it's more like torment.
I don't know if it was the night that blessed me, or if I accompanied the night.
thought, it is tightly attached.
In order to catch up before death.
Listen to the sound of bones shattering once.
My heart is always directed towards a good place.
BoilAuthor: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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