Read the poem before going to bed ｜ In addition to the scent of you, I don’t think about you

"brother"

Brother, you return to your home

The wind in the northwest blows to the small town in the south

There is no smell of your smell, beer bottle after another

I know it is difficult to write a poem for you

Then, then, then

Brother, it is difficult to write a poem for you

Poetry and painting, lost the ground early

Drunk, Qiaotouqiao Tail

The lights are shaking, we slowly get used to parting before parting

Then, then, then

It's overwhelmed, people drinking on the street

Hug each other and want to say in the bubble of beer

Brother, I miss the fracture air in northern Shaanxi

Want to drink a pot with you, moist your throat

"Beijing in Night"

The worn denim is in the flow of the subway

Sing lonely and left Beijing

I will be here

Go back to Chang'an Street Autumn Night

Then, then, then

Go back with me, all take yourself

Give it to a row of lonely branches

Sparrows fly across the street

Find a stray singer

Lost in music

Some people say that they are all fell asleep

Then, then, then

Beijing

My girl has nowhere to settle in Beijing

I'm just a animal without wings

From the alley in the first ring to the red and green lights of the sixth ring

From the silent day to the hustle and bustle night

I always accompany you

it's here

Waiting for the stars

Then, then, then

The corner of Tiananmen Square

Someone leaves

Someone is sad and happy

And I am in Beijing at night

If you are reluctant, go to bed like this

Keep you alone, insomnia all night

"Wang Xiaoya Two"

I wrote you before, Wang Xiaoya, with a warm lip,

Write you now, except for the scent of you

More, I found

I don't think about you, my life

Nothing has done anything

Then, then, then

Wang Xiaoya, you say hate me holding you at night

You only like it, we kiss in the morning and evening

Under the dim light, I will look better

Even with the soul of the poet's slutty, bite with you

In the night, you only have my rough beard

Only to make you feel that I am a man you love deeply

Then, then, then

Wang Xiaoya, I miss you

No one talks to me

I don't understand what they said

What they said

I can't stand it

Only what you say

I listened to fall asleep with peace of mind

Then, then, then

Wang Xiaoya, I am now

Plus the night during the day, I keep thinking about you

Memories are not clear enough

The only thing that cannot be worn out

Only your name

The habit of fear of cold

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Author: "Selection of Sleeping Poems" Elected to Poet: Yi Qing

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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