Good poem daily ｜ Friends!It's just wind and frost on the body

Oh my friend! It's just wind and frost on the body

Text/Ye Xiaosong

I'm far away from the river, stay away from the sea

In autumn, with the love of the wind and waves

Escape into the wind ...

--Inscription

Then, then, then

Can a person walk upright?

It depends on the evolutionary time for tens of thousands of years.

People who are rebellious,

Autumn has differentiated. Bai Lu crossed the field,

Only the shaking wind cream is put on

On the body. Oh my friend!

It's just wind and frost on the body,

That's what I miss day and night

Tears. Intersection

Then, then, then

Say, it's not too long for 10,000 years.

If the sun is exposed,

Whether the sun and the moon are determined

It must be broken in autumn. Sorrow

Is it because the book is in use and hate less,

I touched the wine, where the kiss was kissed,

Is it left to be happy.

Friends, autumn

Those who have loved me must touch it?

It's about to break to dazzle

Dazz ...

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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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