Read the poems before going to bed ｜ Those cities that I haven't set foot on, please forgive me to steal your scenery privately

"Poems on the Tree of Art"

Poetry is drawn on the tree of art, and spring has already begun

Language leaves are rehearsed

Some withered, some new green

Those who take root, always draw

Like people from mothers

Rather than breed of hard stones

Then, then, then

We say what others have said. Always

Dissatisfied here

The autumn of art is far from this time

I am convinced that in human homes, it won't

Winter hibernation with dead silence

Then, then, then

I love land, love it prosperous and hard -working

The poem that once held the banner

Today there is only a seclusion manor

People are as surprised as the cats who talk about when they find a meeting--

When you say you are a poet

Then, then, then

But I can't force the trees to have any move

Because of waiting

It must believe in the golden autumn

In the dense language

"Please forgive me for not coming to your city"

Those cities that I can't settle in

Please forgive me

Patched your scenery in the poem privately,

history

Even your barren

I am ashamed

Live in this era of eating and eating

I'm still working hard

Then, then, then

Why don't I keep a parrot? Teach it to shout

my name

Why don't I book a newspaper?

Do not!

Its word is too dense

My life needs all kinds of graffiti. A piece of white paper,

Especially important

Then, then, then

Facing the white wall, I think of many stories

A lamp made me fall in love with a shadow

distance? City in the distance, please please

forgive me

Time is working hard to pinch me into a white cloud--

Then, then, then

In the future, I will float to you

Use a rain

Resolve all apologies

"Every Road is Lonely"

road

Many names are thrown there

Outside scenery

Those emotional stones grow moss

The particles of time are stored in batches

Like a container

Love, and I want to forget but not forgotten

Then, then, then

I will be difficult to say about landscape, color, and many words

Carving into verses

That kind of clever reminds me of the embroidered needle

Or the torn killing of the territory

A passionate person will inevitably tears under the rain

Then, then, then

Deep in the light of the glory

Those who are called ways, lonely pile up

The only one I can take to travel

It's my only name-

It comes from parents

Then, then, then

Life eats the dry food behind it. Sunset

After falling into the horizon

Look at my eyes less than one

How much empty bottle is left? People only admit

I am the first one

After walking the origin of my life

---

Author: "Selection of Sleeping Poems" Elected to the poet: Eagle Eye

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".

- END -