Read the first poem before going to bed ｜ The leaves hanging on the soil wall, like a yellowed old photo

"Old Street"

On the old street

Wind that is dripping away

Weaker and weaker

A piece of old wood

Relaxed by the moonlight on the old street

The leaves hanging on the soil wall

Like a yellowed old photo

Cicada is exiled by the old street

Then, then, then

Borrow a bouquet of moonlight

All branches on the old street

I thought it was spring light

The hanging bird Ming suddenly fell in

My eyes

Then, then, then

On the old street

Old cat

Look for

the taste of happiness

Looking for autumn face

Smile

"Aya, how much I love you"

When the wind rises, I think of you again

But sad

There is no countercurrent into a river

I didn't hang it on my forehead

Aza, how much I love you

Just want to give you a smile

Quietly, I hid sadness in my heart

Then, then, then

Aza, when the wind rises

I miss you secretly

I'm afraid the wind is chaotic, my acacia

If the atrium is messy

I will blame Moonlight

Why overflow my bed

Why do you want to climb on the dead branches and overlook

When you leave me

Places to go

Then, then, then

Aza, how much I love you

When the wind rises, I take you

Gently think of it in the bottom of your heart

Gently, I'm afraid to surprise you

A distance of the distance

Then, then, then

Aza, how much I love you

As long as you can have a dream tonight

I will hold the osmanthus fragrance

Gently walk into you

Go into your dream

with you

Sit in the core of osmanthus together

"she left"

Before, a faint red

After that, it was a parting song

On the way

Only footprints and backs left

she left. a faraway place

Starting light

Then, then, then

Autumn waves are flushed

Like drinking

Autumn color becomes cool

Tears flowing down branches and leaves

Under the moonlight

Autumn wind also started to be sad

Then, then, then

she left

I started crying

Such as autumn light leakage

When autumn comes

she

Moonlight

To a distant place

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Author: "Selection of Sleeping Poems" Elected to Poet: Zero Love

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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