Daily good poems ｜ Summer wind, blow my body

Xiafeng, blowing my body

Wen / Ye Xiaosong

Summer wind,

Blow my body

Those spring hurriedly patch together

Face.

Then, then, then

At the beginning of the lantern,

Breathing of the world

Some are used to open to passers -by

Get in another part

Machine deposit

Cabinet.

Then, then, then

this world,

I flipped through the autumn wind and swept off

The incense wind on the body

Eye half open

On the way to seek medical treatment,

The highest mountain

The highest sky, look at the world

Line long lines and live in the years ————————————

Strange city!

I talked about the strange air.

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Ye Xiaosong, who reads the natal crown of sleeping poetry, was born in 1964, corporate workers, net names, Purmens (Firebur) poetry writing enthusiasts. Some poems are included in "Spring Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Cao Long Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems". The language of poetry is unique, the poetic is agile, and is good at digging out the poetic soil from the silhouette of life, and the castle that builds poetry. Poetry has its own unique meaning and special, and has a certain degree of recognition.

Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

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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