Read the poem before going to bed ｜ Perhaps the pebbles living at the bottom of the water, knowing the secret words left by the fish

"Peel onion"

Don't doubt. I peeled onions

This is like most people

The difference is

I didn't cry because of peeling onions

Then, then, then

I didn't peel on the onions either

See the onion as a package of wrapping

When you have a heart, you are always sad

With a glass of turbid wine alone

Then, then, then

I just peel off the skin of the onion

For the rest, the scrubbing knife is cut

Or stir -fry, or cold

It's a good dish

Then, then, then

I just replace my wife because

She will be uncomfortable with her peeling onion

Not for life, and there is no heart

The smell of the onion alone is very rushing

Then, then, then

Thinking of the poetry contained in onions

I suddenly felt a little sad too

For your own foolishness and numbness

For those tearful pain

"Time in Qingshi Lane"

The moment when I walked into the back street

Time seems to have been back for 600 years

The hot post tea in the soil bowl

Talk about the cool heat of Tunbao's vicissitudes

Geyang cavity in the ground drama

Drag the ancient post road

Then, then, then

The mottled stone wall and stone tile

Like a full -fledged face

Stretch out your hand, from the gaps in one piece

You can also pick out the long -term smoke

Those things in the Ming Dynasty have a page

Write the origin of the alley

Then, then, then

Women on the face, long clothes and big sleeves

Wu Nong's soft language is raised at the tip of the tongue

The daughter of the small bridge flowing water

Youxiang's face on Jiangnan smoke and rain

The rural sound nourished by Qinhuai Shui

Overwhelming to this day

Then, then, then

If you can be in the Ming Dynasty

I don't know which window will be lingering

Which one of the hard green stones

Remember the nostalgia for planting Jiangnan under the root

In the alley, the sunshine in March

If the elder smiles, don't say a word

"Fish's Secret Word"

Perhaps, pebbles living at the bottom of the water

Know the secret words left by fish

About life, about love

A long journey of tracing the source of the original

Write the true meaning of pursuing

Then, then, then

I am not fish, I don’t know

A fish from birth to death

How many hidden secrets will write down

Before the flowers, go to the autumn and winter

How many tears will return to water

Then, then, then

Maybe in the world of fish

There will be separation

Inspeal and plunder, kindness and pretty horizontal

The chaos in the world

Concentrated to seven seconds of memory

Then, then, then

The only secret words I can understand

The fish from the corner of the eyes

It tells me that everything in the world

No matter where you come from

All die for love, live for love

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Author: "Selection of Sleeping Poems" Elected to the poet: Deep

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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