Good poems of the day Tenderness is a dilemma, and it is impossible to break through tears

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-01-31

Butterflies

In the rain of dreams, Zhuang Zhou held an umbrella.

Escort the take-off of a butterfly.

My autistic body hid in the chrysalis room.

Visit the scenery of your dreams and listen to the sound of spring tides.

Flowing moonlight emaciated bones.

Write a poem wrapped in paper and mail it to a distant place.

Flying doesn't come as promised.

Before I received a reply, I was like ashes.

Can the tide of my pen pass over the moon?

Whether the flowers are the birth of butterflies is the first room.

I don't want to write sadly at night:

Gentleness is a dilemma, unable to break through tears.

It's time to ask if the dream is still yourself, before you break it.

Zhuang Zhou, who was convinced, escaped from the light.

He never thinks that he will fly to **, free.

Playing in the mountains and rivers in nature, but why.

The butterflies in my dreams always carry a mountain on their backs.

He was still wet with his wings and suffered heavy rain.

A piece of ice also wants to ignite

Light me on fire.

Burn up and increase the flames that are burning.

A guy named Blue Ice.

For poetry and friendship, I want to burn myself.

Although the residual water does not wake up the clouds and rain.

still have to be a poem, a lifetime of powder.

I'm going to finally sleep here.

Carry the flag from the beginning of the road and look for the end.

If the soul stays in his hometown, he will find a good cemetery for the poem as soon as possible.

I'm going to stay forever and write poetry.

After this menstrual period.

Let those whom I love and who love me.

The tombstone of the poem.

Leave tears of happiness.

Author:Lan Bing, currently living in Xi'an, is a doctor and a member of the Sleep Poetry Society. I love to write poems, I want to be washed away by the heavy rain, and I want to kiss the dripping lily of the valley in the poem.

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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.

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