Late summer
Who can invent a midsummer in a mess of knotweeds.
Shout out a bright moon.
Can anyone give an answer with the slanting sun.
Empty shadow virtual midsummer love?
Only wait until June.
Those heavy grains will give the common people an answer:
Rain is an amorous species and we.
Always on the land left by our ancestors.
Grow the grain. Don't go to the fall.
The Pressing Blade.
Why do I repeatedly forgive the evidence of my beloved sins?
Camphor. Raven
That year, Uncle Zhang, who was logging wood, died.
In his hand he clutched the axe of the tree felling.
Thin frost flowers covered his body.
Leaving Aunt Zhang and her son behind.
Depend on each other. Those days were the young leaves of these camphors.
Helped them through.
All kinds of suffering. That year, my son failed the college entrance examination.
Aunt Zhang has gone crazy since then.
No one has cared about the camphor tree over the years.
Only crows in the middle of the night.
In front of Aunt Zhang's spirit.
Refusing to leave. Description: Next intersection
I can't get rid of the night.
Thick shell.
If I took it off, how would I describe this summer?
Gardenias in full bloom.
There's the truth behind that.
Testimony. I don't know if it will be in a thrilling tone again.
It has become a conclusive evidence in the twilight of autumn.
Running water beam dandelion.
These dreams will surely stand firmly against my enemies once again.
A gorgeous rebuttal for you.
Or. I'm just in the next second of reincarnation again at a speed that surpasses the epiphany.
Let's have a fierce competition.
Like those erratic puffy clouds on the canyon.
Still in front of the rushing tides.
Remain silent for a while with the usual coldness and arrogance.
These are the moments of stopping.
In the light of the snow.
How will it say goodbye to the hustle and bustle?
Fight and tear up.
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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