Read the poem and sleep again ｜ Your face can no longer stand the wind cream, dig a tomb for ideals

"You constantly erode my flesh"

Don't sting anymore

The setting sun is just right

Your face can no longer stand the wind cream

Dig a tomb for your ideals!

A cave, just enough to place an undead.

..

You constantly erode my flesh

When the elk is alive

Make the soil and soil and let the earth barren deserted

Let our body wither

..

On the face of the Lord -

Autumn wind will bring another autumn high gas refreshing

The shiny leaves in the lungs of grass beasts

Wide palm

Will be sold with you to sell dawn

And I am far from the sea

Figured in the wild mountains and mountains

..

The drought flowers on the roadside are charming

Like a painting embroidered on a pimple

Welcome thousands of miles, short -lived

But it's charming

"Thickness of Memory"

Fear Time Drunk My Frost

I have to love myself more, this separate legs

Paying the years in dusk -staggers------

I love full, dragged long skirt

The running sunshine, the youth that is set up at night

Square in the distance, shoppers

I love it!

Then, then, then

Even God

That blatant tear ugly

Even every bombardment of withered flowers

Sweet cake after wine

Or milk, a circle of acacia

Surrying autumn lotus,

I love it.

Then, then, then

Like love memory

The thickness increased day by day-

"Tears"

This is the seventh year

Is the seventh year of suffering

Lonely shed tears from night

The taste of falling into the sea

For example, the body's thirty -seven degree constant temperature

Forget it, those joy that does not exist at all

Those breathing —

Then, then, then

The time of those who do not solve the bed

Why do you want to burn? Rose

Still climbing in my mouth

Then, then, then

Please don't pick it up

My love, life is already miserable--

Those old

From the past. Those sad

Also from the past

sad.

Then, then, then

The wind fell from yesterday

Falling everywhere, falling

Baili abandoned bee house

Three or two sparrows, or sad foxes between the sorrowful foxes

Like some floating lights

Light above the ashes

It's spring, a shameful flower bud

Quietly bloom to the world.

Then, then, then

Lover! I am equivalent to you

The previous life is equivalent to your past and present.

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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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