The sun is a blot in the sky
The spotless sky, the sun.
It's a stain in the sky.
Quietly bagged the sun.
Black as a whole, black as it is, black as it is pure.
The mirror-like black is the real one.
In pristine condition. Every day is a miracle
For a peach blossom.
Every day of life is a miracle.
The sun is so warm and the river is so clear.
One petal was taken away by the spring breeze, but fortunately, there are four petals.
Four petals were taken away by the moonlight, thank goodness.
There is also a petal. The last petal was plucked by the oriole.
Finally completed the mission and achieved the mission.
You can rest assured that you will be able to bear unique fruits.
Every day, because of the loss, owned.
Every day is a miracle
It's amazing, one can't think of it and the other can't think of it.
Every day, there are countless unexpected.
Three pumpkins sit on a wooden table
Three pumpkins sit on a wooden table
In the time of kissing. Let's flow slowly.
Sand between your fingers. A turn.
It will become a castle.
Turn people who love each other into a life-threatening feud.
Three pumpkins, with invisible hands.
The time of holding together tightly and being held by them.
Metamorphoses into a butterfly and flies back to the fire.
A group of people, around the fire.
Roast sweet potatoes while drinking and having fun.
The singing poet, standing alone by the river.
It has been broken by the autumn wind.
Fireside Night Talk
Brewing tea around the stove, this time only smelling the fragrance of tea.
Don't look at the ups and downs. People like to watch the ups and downs of others.
Let yourself find the strength and courage to live.
But I don't know that the wind in the whirlpool.
It will also be coerced by itself.
Greed, jealousy, and hatred.
It's all about letting yourself fall into the abyss.
Gently smoothed, the wind and thunder in a cup of tea stirred.
Smell its fragrance, know its sound, and see its heart.
Tonight, the moon is white and the phoenix is clear, which is suitable for a night talk around the fireplace.
Not suitable for sleeping alone.
By the river, tea is boiled around the hearth
The autumn breeze is blowing, and by the river, tea is brewed around the hearth.
No matter how the tea is tumbling.
There's always a touch of poignancy.
Descartes said that compared to the body.
We are more familiar with the mind, with the perception of the soul.
Far beyond the body. A cup of tea soup, walking through the streets and alleys.
A warm current, within the body.
In an instant, it disappeared without a trace.
If you are alone in the autumn wind, make tea in the oven.
If you are not careful, you will have the artistic conception of "wild crossing without a boat and self-traversing".
Bump into it. Such a collision.
If you bump into the Buddha's insight, such as freedom from suffering and happiness.
When the afflictions are gone, it can be called enlightenment.
Comprehension is the opening of the heart by hearing and hearing.
Enlightenment is the experience of moonlight hitting the floor.
It is so, and it coincides.
Perhaps, what you really experience should be.
Fishing alone in the cold river and snow" is lonely and tranquil.
Maybe someone will expect to be the one.
Wind and snow night return".
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.