Read the poem before going to bed ｜ Life was as thin as a fog, the sad things are hard to argue in the fog

"I used to ..."

I used to burn in Tongshan

Drunk like mud, until this day

I can stand upright.

Due to disappointment, describing withered.

Even now, let me face life

You can only support the wall to dare

Study. ——

Then, then, then

Life was as thin as a fog,

Sad things, in the fog

Difficulty. Maybe lonely

It is urgent to accompany a glass of wine.

At this moment, the shadow of dusk

Paralyzed on the ground and sigh.

Then, then, then

The one who goes away from you

I don't know if you understand,

Autumn has reached the end of the end.

Whenever this situation, this scene,

I don't know if I can hear the clear goose

The sorrow of falling. And I am in the tree -lined road

After walking for more than half a century,

The beckon laughed

But the thick makeup you removed in the past

Gormented. ——

"A Sad Song of Sad Songs"

remember,

You are different from others!

You are May

You are a flower

you are me,

To the world

Sad song.

Then, then, then

The feeling of it

Just like Wuyun,

Just like the torch extinguished in the scorching sun.

Just like the sadness of the crow.

What else? ——

A group of deaths? Night

Black skirt? I can't wash it cleanly

face!

Then, then, then

To break free,

Just break free!

If you can break free!

Don't hide it.

Remember me,

You are different from others.

Las Vegas in the dream

I gamble the soul

Gambling

hurt.

Then, then, then

what,

You tried

Fantasy

Tears were washed out of my sadness.

Like a small butterfly,

Love with humid power

Thousands of mountains-----

But do you know,

The world that humans refuse to give up

Have become more and more

cold.

"hunger"

Squat on the boat to feel shaking,

And squatting on the tree to feel shaking,

They also have the same effort,

There are also mysterious feelings.

They said, "The throat is like the sea."

Re -interpret hunger at night

I found that every time I feel different.

Then, then, then

And loneliness has been used to sleeping naked

Crying when you are used to night when you are quiet

"The lunar calendar in 1964

February 19th, the year of Jiachen Ding Yueyue

Gengchen Day, Yisheng,

Should die. Throughout the day, there is no wind and rain. "

Then, then, then

Is hunger?

"Why do three meals a day?

Why is memory only poor?

One poor and two white paper,

Why are there only a few lines

The sorrow of the lone geese? "" ""

They then said, "Because

The world was poor at that time,

The process of people's birth, even

Even the hunger can be heard clearly. "

Then, then, then

I feel the seed of hunger

Since planting, it has been unable to feed.

No matter how you feed,

Can't feed hunger!

Even the twenty -first century

It is really difficult to fill up.

Forget it! It was a past

The hungry bugs are in memory all the time

Creeping. ——

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Author: "Selection of Sleeping Poems" Elected to Poet: Ye Xiaosong

Facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes. On November 16, 2015, the Poetry Society of Sleeping Poetry Club, the Poetry Club took the mission of "speaking for grassroots poets" and the purpose of promoting the "spirit of poetry", that is, the pursuit of the truth, kindness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spirit of poetry. Poetry friends have been published in the collection of poems "The Spring Blossoms of Sleeping Poems" and "The Grass Ying Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems".

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