And the wind is in the growing season. Leave fragrance to every tree. On a night without stars, the city’s lights are a little melancholy. A day without love is just life.

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And the wind is in the growing season. Leave fragrance to every tree. On a night without stars, the city’s lights are a little melancholy. A day without love is just life. - DayDayNews

Hair

Day starts to grow longer

night, so I ask for short-term love from life

.

, and in the growing season

, leave fragrance for each tree.

humans enter

long estrus period for this.

Only loneliness or the same thing

They clean

The past dirt.

High rain will come with the wind

Happy rain will come with the wind

Happy night without stars,

Happy lights in the city are slightly melancholy

Happy days without love, life is just a pile of rotten offerings.


free poems

s sitting in front of the window

A man holding an empty wine glass in his hand

is waiting for a man to groan without hesitation

peeping at this person's shadow from a distance

and hugging this person under the dark light

A pair of men and women's kiss

actually produces a beautiful arc

On the coordinates of the earth

sometimes try to analyze the inner

like a clinician jumped out of the three realms of

emotional

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But the days without wine

Always get used to being forgotten

If you sit on the sofa

lightly close some books you miss

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Or, you will wake up

enlightenment…

let the monk who returned from the world

Let the monk who returned from the clouds look with his wise eyes!

Check out the people and things around you. Maybe

understand it again, open your hand tightly

Gently put the wine glass down

Gently put the wine glass


1 A brief history of a person (two other poems)

I once had a night of fun with the snail girl

Dream is a dish of absurd dessert.

Sometimes we go to our hometown

suck the smell of time into our body

and then return to the city

stopped outside the window where the sun was passing by

stopped and looked back frequently.

children with mobile navigation,

face-sticking window

no matter inward or outward

In the thick and shy field,

can see your own shadow lively

jump.

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320 National Highway

landscape like to bridle

scenery like to liangyi Shengxiang

Our eyes and future

tide. But here

They are like turtle back

from the reflected landscape to the waves

shimmering. ―

Shorthand

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1 The pool is full of lotus root

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1 year after year

Watching yourself grow up

Looking at you billions of years ago

How difficult is it!

I used to

twitching at night,

until all flowers are gone

until dawn

grows the giant arm that masturbates the sky.


Ye Xiaosong, born in 1964, with a net name, Prometheus (Fire Thieves), a poet of the Reading Poetry Society column, and a lover of poetry writing. Some of the poems are included in " Reading Sleeping Poems: Spring Flowers Blooming " and " Reading Sleeping Poems: Grass Long and Warblers Flying ". The poetry language is unique, the poetry is agile, and it is good at digging out poetic soil from the silhouette of life and building a castle of poetry. Poetry has its own unique meaning and special meaning, and has a certain degree of recognition.

And the wind is in the growing season. Leave fragrance to every tree. On a night without stars, the city’s lights are a little melancholy. A day without love is just life. - DayDayNews

And the wind is in the growing season. Leave fragrance to every tree. On a night without stars, the city’s lights are a little melancholy. A day without love is just life. - DayDayNews

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. Dushui Poetry Society was founded on November 16, 2015. The Poetry Society takes the mission of "voicing for grassroots poets" and aims to promote the "spirit of poetry", namely the pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, artistic innovation of poetry, spiritual pleasure of poetry, and the revelation of poetry on survival and life. Now, the poetry friends have co-written the collection of poems "Selected Poems in Reading Sleeping: Spring Blooming Flowers" and "Selected Poems in Reading Sleeping: Grass Flying the Orioles". The poets keep writing, the poetry club is moving forward, constantly innovating, recommending excellent poems, producing high-quality collections of poems, reciting excellent works, and recommending poets' works in various forms, so that more people can read excellent works and experience poetry culture. We are moving forward!

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