We sing: like snow falling on the jungle
More often than not, we sing.
Like Rabindranath Tagore.
Sing the praises of death, sing the praises of the lost, sing the praises of life-
The snow that keeps accumulating.
But he wrote.
Blooming roses.
Fight for a lifetime. Sipping the desolation of the world.
More often than not, we are like the jungle.
Sudden snow falls.
Soothe the winter nights. Fragile hearts.
Roses in the rain
When the dense rain lines are so easily separated.
The distance between you and me.
I hear the wind. Hear the roses that continue to wither in the wind.
Like a black ghost dancing on the barren wilderness.
Please forgive me for being reckless, clumsy, stubborn and arrogant.
I'm just someone who's been let down by this late night countless times.
Who can get out of this endless rain.
Take out a bottle of fine wine.
Cheers to the pleasures of the past.
You may not be able to see in my stiff bones.
It has taken on one piece after another.
Decadent landscapes.
If you insist on leaving.
Please stay for me in the rain tonight.
Roses that never bloomed.
It will be at the end of my dream.
Frequent deflagrations. Fictional a late night
You say you can hear the winter night.
I was in the snow at the sound of the ground.
Like I refuse any without hesitation.
With platonic fantasy:
The barren wilderness is overgrown with roses.
In front of the exquisite palace you are praying for blessings.
We take an oath in front of the solemn church-
We don't hesitate to use a snowstorm.
to whitewash. Ecstasy and excitement in the heart:
Love doesn't need any havoc.
Just stick to it for the rest of your life.
Blizzard
What could be more brutal than your slash.
When you gallop all the way and ride the white horse of the Tang Dynasty.
I hear the devil sing a sad song:
We cannot refuse the grace of the Muse.
But enough to refuse all unpleasantness-
When the night wind is cold enough.
Please ignore the temporary fears and uneasiness in my heart.
Author:Geng Bing, net name: Houde Zaiwu, post-70s, college culture, member of Jiangsu Writers Association, columnist of Reading Sleep Poetry Society. In 95, he began to publish his works, and his works were scattered in more than 100 kinds of literary publications such as "Writer's Daily" and "Poetry", and won more than 30 national awards.
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