Daily good poems ｜ Geng Bing: That year

that year

Text/Geng Bing (Jiangsu)

How can I believe your lie?

You said you went to Chang'an, you said, you went to Xianyang, you said to Huaqing Pond

Then, then, then

When the bell of the prosperous age sounded late at night, I would rather believe in a pink butterfly

Passing the heavy scripture in the dawn's sun, low and low roundabout

Then, then, then

How long to sleep

Only to wake up from dreams

Open notes:

Then, then, then

There are snow on the streets of Chang'an

You are listening to me in front of Xuan window and lurking in your courtyard

Listen to countless snowflakes into your stare

Then, then, then

All affection can not be righteous in moonlight

And I just walk into the bustling roadway

Sell wine

Listen to my thinking in the autumn of Xiaoser and consolidate every night I think of you

Reading the sleeping column poet: Geng Bing, net name: Houde

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