Read the first poem and go to bed ｜ I want to go to the big grassland in the northwest to visit the old eagle

"capricious"

The willfulness of fallen leaves is covered with the streets

At the same time every day, I pass by a taunt

Whether it is in the heart

Yingying Zhazhai

The world is wet. And my eyes are dry than the desert

It's like the river in the north in winter

Forming ice crystal

Then, then, then

Who can see clearly

The mood of walking on the edge of the south

A maniac pen,

I always want to write the disabled flowers and Liu Liu so poetic

I want to go to the big grassland in the northwest

Visit a young eagle

Then, then, then

The empty sky let me peck Baiyun--

The fate of instantaneous changes

Why is the land unsteady? Look,

Falling leaves are so messy

Messy willful, but so real

"That year, we sit on the highest branches"

That year, we sat on the highest branches

I thought I saw the whole world

Supreme joy! Baiyun floats in the blue shell

The whole day, there is only one sun

Glowing quietly

Then, then, then

Except for childhood, everything is fixed

Rural flying bird

Migrate to urban forest

The group of moon hangs on every wandering face

Then, then, then

That year, we sat on the highest branches

Like a few leaves slowly falling down

Never hurried

On the soil, it is as light as Baiyun--

Then, then, then

We started to erode ourselves. For spring,

Some sweats become streams

We support the world. And confident something

Late on the tallest branch

Then, then, then

Turn into birds. Turn into nests. Turn into some kind of feathers

Blown by the wind

Rains

When they meet the sun, they will still raise our body

"Walking Jianghu"

A pen from a distance

Pull out versions

Then, then, then

The woman on the mountain is leaving a forest

Accumulate some stories

at last

Back to the source with the seawater--

Then, then, then

She will become a mother who is different from her mother

Stubborn

In the end of the child's heart. Compassion is nurtured, in

After the collision again and again

Pick up the mirror

Then, then, then

The figure of life is a circle

In each piece of fragmentation, hide a desire

Then, then, then

Mountains and rivers split

The lens is near or far away

Then, then, then

The streets she walked, there are beggars who reach out

She is like a coin

Falling into the bowl of fate

Also knocking out all the sounds. There must be some echo

Crispy

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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".

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