Read the sunset, you are every lonely cloud
Wen Kezhou begged for cheapness.
In July, the dense plum rain takes its Meizu with it.
Every transparent spirit of that psychic.
In the silent dawn.
Wings away. They have no clothing.
Once hid in the huge thick shade of the oak tree.
And survive the hot afternoon.
Incarnate light smoke and colorful light.
At this moment, when I think of your retrospective.
What a similar encounter!Read it all.
Every lonely cloud in the sunset.
It is you in the distance, in the high and elegant answers.
Give me the bright colors of the sky.
The Tyndall phenomenon runs through my body.
You are in it, swimming to the horizon through my veins.
It gradually became gray. Become a summer starry sky.
The only black rose.
I'll tell you about my summer
Wen Kezhou begged for cheapness.
There were a few showers during the day.
The sky is full of stars at the moment.
The world is concentrated in.
A drop of water pecked into my neck.
It spans several kilometers to complete.
From clouds to a kind of transparency.
Your hair has been confused like this.
Fall so insignificant.
In a moment. Complete separation from you.
A quiet beauty: like the middle of the night.
The glow of the cicada's wings.
Loneliness is waiting for the cicadas to scrub the moon with me
Wen Kezhou begged for cheapness.
The black back of the adventure gua sha on a rainy night in Pushu.
Wake up from the window and look back at you familiarly.
Your bare shoulders, and what I can witness.
A real mirror night.
Wuzhen. The small bamboo shed boat is surrounded by fish.
The body that smells of cold arrows.
We live. Activate joints and words.
bullet marks or the melancholy of snow.
Your gaze and fingers benefit from the sparkle of the stars.
Benefit from the double affirmation of waves and willows.
We are human, surrounded by fish.
The fins and tails are in the wrinkled hearts of you and me.
Your beauty. It made me so lonely, and we kissed.
At the moment when the earth and nebulae dissolve in the river.
Thinking of the cold rain that just fell from the sky, arrogant.
Each of its honey arrows is on your strings.
There are **, there are fierce ones, and there are bee stings.
Deeply shows loneliness.
Loneliness is waiting for the cicadas to scrub the moon with me
Then, let you manifest.
Read the Sleep Poet Shooting.
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.