Resting and reading poetry on Saturday is God’s will, and it is also the common will of mankind.
Evil times
Lotus leaves, this monstrous whirlpool in June
Reluctantly let the pins of rain pass through the heart
Abandoned Garden in Beijing on June 30, 2015
The mobile phone is sick
The mobile phone is sick and is in shock and is dying
The screen is black and the light is blinding
I actually don’t have the mood to save it
Modern civilization is no longer about lighting up lamps and marrying people
Groups of fish baskets are throwing people in
It seems to be trying to survive. Immediate death
I know that it is not a case of raising eyebrows.
I threw myself into my arms and cut the fire through the west window.
The big guy is still high-spirited.
Is it because the girl is in ecstasy? Or is it because I can't take it back?
I have already become a water ghost when I cry out for injustice on the waterway.
The mobile phone is a victim. It seems to be tightening and bringing the world closer
Creating a new mandarin duck and butterfly school, the Crescent School poets
It also expands the territory in an attempt to amity among all people
Love each other, love the motherland, love peace
Call on lovers to tolerate strangers, become old friends overnight
Recommend reading a poem before going to bed Must read before going to bed
The butcher recited a poem without holding a knife
The monk did not recite sutras. If you like it, you will get roses
Why did the aunt who picked cabbage sellers offend you?
I also bundled a basket of apples and gave away the official account for free
The pillow sales trumpet knocked on the window
I will allow you to go abroad HAPPY Hong Kong and Macao have started to develop
The Mafia has long been free from the black veil
The enemy's game kills people like hemp
Before death, there are only numeric numbers on the handwritten manuscript with a cherry in his mouth
- In this era, there has long been no illiteracy, except for creating blind flow.
He is just a gangster.
Yeah, yeah, mobile phones are the heroes of the new era.
Don’t fight to death. In this era, humans don’t sleep in peace.
Even animals will form death squads.
Don’t expect those who are looking for you everywhere.
Play the family card, friendship card or even the love card.
In fact, the purpose of finding you is to kill you
Die in the gentle land, love is in the mouth
Yeah, my phone is sick, you can die if you can -
I'm afraid that when I call you, you will come back to life
Return to the light of day , guiding mankind to write a suicide note -
In the new era, please slow down,
and let me take good care of myself, and then catch up with you!
June 25, 2015 in the abandoned garden in Beijing
Who will the darkness call home
The man in the raincoat dreamed of tearing down the reinforced steel sky
The grass and leaves paid tribute to him
The ants paid tribute to him
The air was wandering like a ghost, carrying the wine bottle
On all sides In the scorching haze
transformed into a thug
A spider
took off its carefully woven golden cloak
wholeheartedly seeking death
At dusk, the power of the octopus has been gathered
There are so many animals that escaped
The darkness remains What to do
Whoever it calls home
Whoever it calls will wither
July 31, 2015 in Beijing Abandoned Garden
Sky
Once upon a time, the blue sky was a girl
Pure blue, silly blue
Now, this vicissitudes of life woman Ah
At any time, I was ready to sacrifice my life
Being stabbed, burned, and kidnapped
But - why -
What she saw were still panicked faces
That short-lived joy was like the collapse of mountains and rivers
August 2015 Abandoned Garden in Beijing on the 14th
This is a thunderbolt of death
This is a thunderbolt of death
Autumn riots
These are my ferocious thoughts before death
Who is kidnapping life on the front line of death
Fire lick After licking our faces
we are also buried in our own thick fog
The sky is hanging with white silk
This white territory is a white cemetery
I am afraid that the Chinese Valentine's Day is approaching
There are only miserable and wailing crows on the shore of the Milky Way
Dear, please don’t let go of my hand.
Please hold on tightly to my bones that are about to fall apart.
August 14, 2015 in Beijing Waste Garden.
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. Fallen leaves. Delete birds.
A lonely grain of earth.
Autumn deleted. Sunset
Cool. Bo's life is speechless
I quietly touched the hand on your arm
Time will be deleted
August 17, 2015 in the abandoned garden in Beijing
Hero
Darkness is a huge seed
Even the shadow can sprout
The river flower of dreams Bald words
The bigger truth before the dawn is lifted
The deeper abyss
You must become a hero
See the living parts
In the abandoned garden in Beijing on August 31, 2015
Green woods
Three trees, ten trees and fifteen trees are just that much
I call them affectionately: Hi, green forest
After the sky is dug out by this era
The green forest rises as a spiritual barrier
When I laugh, it flutters at me with green leaves
When I cry, it sends its own branches
When I am nothing
It uses invisibility
On June 27, 2015, in the abandoned garden of Beijing
The wilderness
The little ghosts crawling like fallen leaves, but I
only look at the stars
Only drink the water of the Milky Way
Only with a trembling Hexi chrysanthemum Encourage each other
When the devil is on the forehead
The devil is in the eyes
The devil holds on to the heart
The devil binds the whole body
This cry is like a blood vessel about to explode
As if the heart is bursting out
Hold on to my shivering anus
Get through this The sky will open after a while
The glow will pull out the thorns on our bodies
The slowly crawling ant
has also experienced darkness and
wilderness
On January 25, 2015, it was on the 9th bank of the park
Shore
This is a life that goes astray Running water
overflowed from the center, drawing thoughts in a loose manner
It could not discern the way forward, it had no way out
The crack in the door was scrutinized, the strong wind ripped off the head of the house
The exposed clouds drooped, various ugly gestures
The person clamoring for retreat could not be found Door bolt
Now it’s time to talk about the lonely stone
It is sometimes in the flowing water, sometimes in the gorgeous hall
It is a reincarnated soul
Gathering a lifetime of darkness and silence
Gathering a lifetime of fire and sinking
How tragic and heroic these must be to break through The things that are dragged
are tied up and stand on the flowing water
The shore is empty and far away
Just halfway
In the abandoned garden in Beijing on June 22, 2015
The strength of my feet is frozen in summer
- commemorating the coldest year in Beijing in 2015 The north wind was fierce at the beginning of summer, the clouds were singing shrilly, and there were no guests at the banquet with undressed shirts.I prayed in a blind voice:
The glass no longer casts shadows, its fierce flames blur
The trembling sparrow puts on its own feathers and fear.
We need to persuade the poplar trees to stick to the green color -
In this hard-won spring, the withered yellow of the courtyard that has just been cleaned,
The willow branches are so infatuated, its windy footsteps
gently cut across the face of the air, revealing a smile and timidity.
I ran downstairs. Trying to squeeze in summer.
squeezed into the jogging crowd and greeted the dandelions in the park.
Everyone was silent. The industrious caterpillar under the tree root,
raised its collar again, and answered questions in its own mind.
The strength of my feet froze in the beginning of summer,
The sunshine has become a scar,
Even if it comes, even if it shines again,
it can no longer erase the shrinkage and fatigue of the earth.
May 11, 2015 at Park No. 9
I want to curl up deeper
I don’t like the night anymore
It’s not thick enough or deep enough
A little light vomits and it lights up
A little ambiguous eye blinking and it lights up
Me I want to curl up deeper
I belong to the kind that cannot be dragged out even with iron hooks
I belong to the kind that cannot be hit even by firecrackers
I belong to the kind that will not be disheveled even after a broken love.
In order to curl up deeper
I tightened the night curtain
thin The thin night
gave me away the next day
January 14, 2015, in an abandoned garden in Beijing
Only the dark and somewhat sentimental
limbs were outside. The journey is everything to the soul.
In the speeding time, I dreamed of the stars in my body,
I was among the stars again, dreaming of roses and thorns,
I listened to the birdsong among the thorns,
I saw an awe-inspiring glance among the roses,
A dark night The panic everywhere is like a wild crane flying in a cold pond.
Only the darkness is a bit sentimental, and
can hear gasping as he pulls his hands.
On the D2602 train on January 31, 2015
The barking of dogs pushed the night away
The pond had lost its reflection at that time
No one could recognize that there were gods on the earth
No one was willing to sit down
Listening to the roaring on the body was so breathtaking Out of breath
The barking of dogs pushes the night away
It also wakes up some ripples
Some people hug themselves tightly
Some people let go of themselves
They have cried in the night
And the lights in the distance are dimly roaring
Like the temper of a city
April 16, 2015 in Qingqingju
World Affairs
I will go to a foreign land, to a strange place.
The person who abandoned me there would hand me water in the ice and snow,
fall in love with me and pretend to be walking behind me.
I hold the quietly occluded blood vessels,
the heart waiting for the ice and snow to slowly melt,
become another new person after the beginning of spring,
rejoin the stream of resurrection.
I don't long for the sea,
all the noise in the world is just my long hair that fell out this morning
- it is gray every inch,
as if it is getting old in spring.
On January 30, 2015, at Park No. 9
Lu Lu: ’s real name is Lu Qinghua, female, from Huarong, Hunan. I studied poetry writing in the late 1980s, stopped writing for ten years, and picked up writing again in 2008. He has published works in publications such as Feitian, October, People's Literature, Poetry Magazine, Selected Poems, and Green Wind, and his poems have been selected into annual poetry anthologies many times. He won the "2014 Poet Award" from "Dafeng Poetry Magazine" and lives in Beijing and occasionally in rural areas of northern Hunan.
I prayed in a blind voice:The glass no longer casts shadows, its fierce flames blur
The trembling sparrow puts on its own feathers and fear.
We need to persuade the poplar trees to stick to the green color -
In this hard-won spring, the withered yellow of the courtyard that has just been cleaned,
The willow branches are so infatuated, its windy footsteps
gently cut across the face of the air, revealing a smile and timidity.
I ran downstairs. Trying to squeeze in summer.
squeezed into the jogging crowd and greeted the dandelions in the park.
Everyone was silent. The industrious caterpillar under the tree root,
raised its collar again, and answered questions in its own mind.
The strength of my feet froze in the beginning of summer,
The sunshine has become a scar,
Even if it comes, even if it shines again,
it can no longer erase the shrinkage and fatigue of the earth.
May 11, 2015 at Park No. 9
I want to curl up deeper
I don’t like the night anymore
It’s not thick enough or deep enough
A little light vomits and it lights up
A little ambiguous eye blinking and it lights up
Me I want to curl up deeper
I belong to the kind that cannot be dragged out even with iron hooks
I belong to the kind that cannot be hit even by firecrackers
I belong to the kind that will not be disheveled even after a broken love.
In order to curl up deeper
I tightened the night curtain
thin The thin night
gave me away the next day
January 14, 2015, in an abandoned garden in Beijing
Only the dark and somewhat sentimental
limbs were outside. The journey is everything to the soul.
In the speeding time, I dreamed of the stars in my body,
I was among the stars again, dreaming of roses and thorns,
I listened to the birdsong among the thorns,
I saw an awe-inspiring glance among the roses,
A dark night The panic everywhere is like a wild crane flying in a cold pond.
Only the darkness is a bit sentimental, and
can hear gasping as he pulls his hands.
On the D2602 train on January 31, 2015
The barking of dogs pushed the night away
The pond had lost its reflection at that time
No one could recognize that there were gods on the earth
No one was willing to sit down
Listening to the roaring on the body was so breathtaking Out of breath
The barking of dogs pushes the night away
It also wakes up some ripples
Some people hug themselves tightly
Some people let go of themselves
They have cried in the night
And the lights in the distance are dimly roaring
Like the temper of a city
April 16, 2015 in Qingqingju
World Affairs
I will go to a foreign land, to a strange place.
The person who abandoned me there would hand me water in the ice and snow,
fall in love with me and pretend to be walking behind me.
I hold the quietly occluded blood vessels,
the heart waiting for the ice and snow to slowly melt,
become another new person after the beginning of spring,
rejoin the stream of resurrection.
I don't long for the sea,
all the noise in the world is just my long hair that fell out this morning
- it is gray every inch,
as if it is getting old in spring.
On January 30, 2015, at Park No. 9
Lu Lu: ’s real name is Lu Qinghua, female, from Huarong, Hunan. I studied poetry writing in the late 1980s, stopped writing for ten years, and picked up writing again in 2008. He has published works in publications such as Feitian, October, People's Literature, Poetry Magazine, Selected Poems, and Green Wind, and his poems have been selected into annual poetry anthologies many times. He won the "2014 Poet Award" from "Dafeng Poetry Magazine" and lives in Beijing and occasionally in rural areas of northern Hunan.
