1、 Cold and pain
About cool, no longer tears
Touch the wooden photo frame
Tears are broken and the tip of the nose is cold & hellip& hellip;
A sandalwood comb in memory
Was forgotten by the years
Stay in mind
Unprecedented pain
They are filtering my brain & hellip& hellip;
2、 Night, warm dream
Turn it off at ten o'clock every night
At that moment, no longer afraid of the warmth of dreams
If you're thinking about me
It must be the moment when you raise your hand and turn off the light
Just a sudden moment of light balderdash
Then the light went out
3、 Qingming Festival
Shadow of lower eyelashes
Time is a broken kiss
Paper horses are more or less residual incense ashes
In the rain free Qingming
The lilacs in front of the grave are in full bloom
The wildest intoxication in Poetry
One by one inlaid into the strongest gap on the stone tablet
Countless memories of that night
Xijiang moon
With the spring red in the flower stream
From the oozing blood on the lips
Sing slowly
With a flower like sadness
Like wild grass
With dark eyes
for you
I have kept countless Qingming
Acacia falling soil
Flowers bloom like awns
4、 Please tell me, what is poetry
There is a feeling that grows like a wild grass
It has nothing to do with words
All the descriptions are weak
Then, where the tracks continue
Every year there will be a beam of Buddha's light
The man who regards poetry as a dream has long died
For the lost light
All latecomers are grafted as rapists
Hope the wild grass can bear fruit like the sun
But the axe, in the arc of the air
Rust off the last pin that can reflect
So please tell me what poetry is
So, not legends and miracles
So, not dew and butterfly wings
Something that can be called poetry
At the turn of night and dawn
Sing from the breath of the grave
Poetry tells me that she is
Death & hellip& hellip;