Autumn
Wen Kezhou begged for cheapness.
The place where the mallards return.
Still in the fog. They have small bodies.
Feel the heaviness of fallen leaves.
Small fish are concentrated in the trickle.
And the birds are waiting.
The clarity in its eyes.
Silent than the dewdrops.
They will find autumn water.
The clouds in the sky are looking for here.
When the pond becomes transparent.
The lost grey heron will also fly.
Sit back and wait for the rice to be golden.
Earthy fragrance. Afterwards.
It's the power of snow.
Deer
Wen Kezhou begged for cheapness.
Elk's place.
It is the quiet psyllium.
Clear water was found.
The fawn's eyes are always unintentional.
It bows its head and drinks water.
Then walk away quietly.
Crucian carp behind him.
Mirrors are then attached.
A cloud of smoke is an empty cup.
The beautiful hibiscus is still pink.
A tree. Wait for a bright yellow light.
Light up your name.
It's longing for a ginkgo wind.
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.