● Buddhist beads fell all over the ground (group of poems)
text/Sun Ying
After the typhoon
heat wave swept through autumn
small flowers and grass
still fragrant
birds autumn insects
sing
sang sadly
a homeless man sat under the tree
playing with plastic toys
while talking to himself
yesterday's little yellow flowers
has been separated from mountains and water
Buddhist beads fell all over the ground
● Illusions and Lies
rushing to the sky again and again, worshiping, approaching
Ancient village, ancient town, ancient house
wishful thinking
bricks and tiles, a tree and a well, a few cases
are all masters
They guard the moonlight
guard the west window
guard the desolate
waiting, my appearance
html ml0 That mountain, that water, that shore
but with the same face
intimate later all the encounters
When a heavy rain washes
all the carvings and ink
finally understand
The real master
is wind, dust, smoke
and the
I sincerely love
is just
in life illusions and lies
● The peach blossoms in my hometown are blooming
The peach blossoms in my hometown are blooming
swallows, but I didn’t come to share the joy
river water, the river water
small bridge, the small bridge
Liuying, and the willow shadow
deep peach blossom
0 old man who is babbling and learning opera
0 fewer, and there are a few more
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1● Dreaming of returning to my hometown
or those friends
jumped with me , throwing my pocket
still the boy I secretly love
pushing a bicycle, walking through the big set of my stall
swearing at the moon
sings, if you betray your vow
, you will become a monk
sing "The Song of the Exiled Prince" day and night
html ml0 or the peach blossom island
those peach blossoms, every year
married spring breeze
or the mountain called "father"
still firmly rooted in place
but somehow
is getting farther and smaller,
till she is a little sad sweet
● Jingweixi
She used to be a ignorant girl
shy girl
gentle young woman
now, but now,
skinny
gray hair
full face scar
every time I see her
she says——
It's so good for young
It's so good for young
I didn't answer
just secretly crying
while using a beauty camera to take a photo of her
and those honest white hair
but quietly poked out
my ears
● After tomorrow
late night
I told the endless fatigue
to coffee
it knows all my emotions
night deserted
flying birds on rice paper
perched under the skinny eaves
last night peach blossom
bloomed for half a lifetime
The taste of peaches
Only in dreams
will it be so real
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Author profile : Sun Ying, female, poet. A woman from the north lives in Jiangnan. Poetry has been scattered in paper media such as Guanju Love Poetry Magazine, Tianjin Poetry, Liaoning Poetry Magazine, Fengtian Poetry Magazine, and Prince River.
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