A maple leaf, looking up at the dining table
A tree with maple leaves, looking up.
A group of people who were held to the ground by chairs.
The plate on the dining table is their magnet.
A maple leaf, jumping into the plate.
It's not about a scorching fire.
Not to mention the aesthetics of not acting, accompaniment to the meal.
She didn't want to be left out of humanity.
I just want to be seen in the eyes of people, thus.
Fly into people's hearts and settle down for a long time.
Merge with the living people.
The road to alienation of persimmons
Two persimmons from the branches.
How sweet it is to jump into the girl's breasts.
As soon as he turned around, he was sent to the painter's pen.
She wasn't trying to paint on persimmons.
Rather, it is to make persimmons disappear from the real world.
Tear the canvas and drill out of it.
Become a canvas, full of live persimmons.
Since then, she has lived on canvas.
Become an immortal persimmon. Compared to the persimmon of reality.
She is an alien, and she has taken a path of alienation.
When people saw her, they were filled with joy.
I couldn't help but say to her, persimmon wishes.
Persimmon is a miniature version of the solar system
A persimmon is a miniature version of the solar system.
Come to the inside of the persimmon and look for which is the earth.
Which is the home, which is the wanderer.
One family from all over the world, the destination of the soul.
A person who swallows a persimmon in one bite.
There must be a special commitment.
Willing to take on all of humanity.
and even the future of the entire solar system.
Let the biosphere be a habitable home for all living things.
Let every heart of love be able to have.
A solar system.
People who don't want to be a landscape
People standing in the landscape, no matter what.
None of them want to think of themselves as landscapes.
She swayed from side to side, she picked persimmons.
She released the chrysanthemums, petal by petal, like butterflies.
And they said, Behold.
The scenery here is very autumnal.
Flowers bloom in my heart
All the flowers bloom in your mind.
If you close the window to the sea.
All the flowers will be in your heart.
The next bloom. Author:Lan Ting, who once used the pen name Bing Ma, published a collection of poems "Iron Rose". Graduated from the Department of Chinese at Beijing Normal University. He used to be the executive deputy editor-in-chief of fashion magazines, and the vice president and executive deputy editor-in-chief of an online company.
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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.