After reading the poem and sleeping ｜ Zu De, who saved in my last life, drink it when you drink it

"Meditation futon"

It is lost when it is written

It is easy to catch a cold in spring, and some bugs break in the door

on the bed,

Dream is the practitioner

..

Spring cicada

It's young and frivolous

On the summer night, the gray moth is easy to get lost

Careful monks come all the way

Between the giving and being

Pinch

..

Later

Hold a son in hand

As if holding a machine, you must not lose

Solemn and condensed

Like a meditation futon

Chess

..

This world is not easy to win

It's harder to lose.

"Sometimes I want to return to the era of sword farming and fire"

Drinking and not crashing today

And tomorrow

Only troubles, happy friction

Sometimes on the road, I also call my brother and brother with strangers

Zu De, who saved in his life

Just drink

Drank

..

There are always a few weeks in life

But the children of the poor family are used to having a hard time

Hiding in Tibet in the east, as if the branches are lost

Falling down and scattered

..

You return from barefoot from the beach

The cloth shoes left by the ancestors on the waist

In order to save the foot -to -foot entanglement to the end

Reading the humble ideal with the hard -working fireflies

Father, the backbone of suffering

——From one after another

..

Life sometimes wants to return

In the era of knife plowing, the leaf was returned

Swallow rough tea and light rice. When I carry wine and meat

With a modern talent

People no longer need to be clear and fish

Drinking Mao Ru blood---

"coincide"

To keep your heart purity

Please open some distance from life

But this is not the number of kilometers in the traditional sense

Instead

A kind of affection and reasoning

Make some tenderness

Row

..

How to cope with the falsehood of life

Sometimes, it is also an art

To escape the distress

People use wine to make spiritual crickets

..

The sediment is full of sand

A lot of philosophy, walking along the water and cloud patterns

You can skip the mountains, high rivers, deep forests

Sitting, not necessarily no harvest

But it will definitely lose many happiness on the road

..

The scourge of Hongyan has changed through multiple changes to the dynasty

The luck is in line with the state of etiquette, and it is also struggling to struggle

Spring and autumn hold the history of 5,000 years of civilization

Someone in the river said: The deceased is like a husband,

Don't give up day and night---

..

This is reasonable

The words that the long night said

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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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