Lake water
I had a feeling of being unknown.
Flowers fall and bloom, I have one.
The unknown dream tide rises and falls.
I have a conviction to carry with me.
The mood of the lake.
Welcome the ripples of the sunset.
And now, Peanuts get up.
After a burst of crying, the starlight shattered.
Now the lake can't wash away the shattered moon shadow.
I can't wash away the emotion in my heart.
I had a feeling of being unknown.
It's like a mirage.
When I think so
My tears are empty ......
Life is like frying chestnuts, like.
Add oil and vinegar vigorously.
Drinking, or playing tricks.
And yearning always stops and goes.
redder than an old bustard's mouth.
More illusory. When the lights are bright.
Desire is ignited by the hands of all beings.
I was almost crushed.
Cheeks that were once innocent.
Oh, Hongxia. The sunset, autumn all over the land.
When I think soOr.
Maple leaves boil for a long autumn.
When the frost passes after a camping on the streets.
Life may become more vibrant.
Even more for nothing. As.
I looked down and picked up the sky.
Tears that fell.
My heart was filled with disappointment
My heart was filled with disappointment
Whatever you can put in your dreams, try your best.
In a dream. Flaming pomegranates.
Look west. Although love sometimes.
Irrigated by affection.
Sometimes it is unscrupulous emotions.
Pluck. Oh, all these years.
I learned to be silent.
Try not to let the tears slip easily.
Oh, all these years.
You believe it or not.
Love is a feeling.
Sometimes I know.
I can't stay with you anymore.
But I still can't help but crave to hold you and wander the sky.
Shore. ――
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.