Life is long, the short -term theory is long, but there are no glory and a difficult amount.

One poem and one article every day's original poems and dreams, don’t pass by with me anymore

◎ I haven't been born to be brave and talented

Facing people's mountains and the sea, there are only some sincerity left

▍ "Impression"

Text/Yang Xiao

My favorite vowing Star River

The illusion is the light swaying, the palm you extended

Discarded and hot July

The sound of the firework evening wind leave

Go away, pull away everything from the dream

Let the echoes flowing the stars in the valley

And your voice with youth

◎ How to compensate me miss your time, how to compensate me like you.

▍ "Glorious"

Wen/Qinghu

Start with a gorgeous rainbow

Destroy the wind of a mountain and rivers

She holds three or two sully

Shining my thousands of fantasy dreams

Splendid lightness is like a elves dance

The impermanence of the world is still stubborn rebirth

She captured my pupils with magic

I have a pen to write about the acacia is useless

Only a bouquet of brilliance and the heartbeat of my heartbeat

Only a touch of rainbow mang to make the star clear

Her tenderness and repeated

Protect my damaged body

Her flash

Light a colorful way

She said that the sun shone, and the light was given courage

I said that life never gives up, life is more beautiful

In the name of light, guide the miracle that never passes away

Light, just for the dark dawn of darkness

She is the glory I love in my life

She is my youthfulness accompany

Standing at the intersection of Baicao Fengmao, we

Listening to the wind, seeing Hua Zhengmei

◎ The trivial life, vomiting out of affection, swallowing a spicy throat, grievances, rushing onto the head, and not worth mentioning when the words were said. Probably this is the so -called maturity.

◎ "I have done my best and lived an ordinary life."

忆 "The Memory of the Back" (one outside)

Text/Yan Shicai (Gansu)

As a child's fanaticism

Often stuffed schoolbags full of escape school

Dad raised the flat burden

Before the whereabouts

Just in the long sigh

Die

Mom's twisting hemp rope

Set the mountain road densely

It is raining

I put my shoes into my arms

Barefoot

go home

◎ Someone came in the dark, alarm the flames, and burned thousands of butterflies.

—— Yang Yan

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Text/Yan Shicai (Gansu)

Burning clouds

How do you look like

That humpback old man

Smoke pan in the corner of the mouth

Flashing Mars

Although not so por

How much is some void

I don’t have accumulated a lifetime of time

◎ The mountain shape is still, and the flowing water is stunned.

——Ao Pingru "Ping Ru Meitang: The Story of our two"

▍ "Mai Mang"

Text/Yan Shicai (Gansu)

On the sickle discarded by his father

A lot of words attached to

Rust

I took the grinding stones

Stick up

Grind

New words jumping out of the blade mouth

Just as gentle as poetry

Encountered the flash of Mai Mang

Avoid the three houses

◎ I walked, stepped on the ashes, and stepped on the edge of time.

——Adonis "My Lonely is a Garden"

◎ Life is stubborn, the short -term theory is long, but it is not honored, and the gains and losses are difficult.

——Shenfu "Six Ji of Floating Life"

外 "Father" (one outside)

Text/Zhang Zhanyun

those years

always

Day

Put in the pipe

Squat under the eaves

one person

Take a bite

Bite

Be

◎ Life is one after another,

You are constantly running away,

Always return.

▍ "Small Station"

Three or two

Passengers waiting for a car

piece

Blue road

Rest

Drink

Station

In the packet

◎ The future is a fog, which is timid, but may wish to go down and see what the fate is prepared for us ...

—— Paul McLean

◎ Maybe one day, when you learn to cherish, some things are gone. Perhaps, only regrets can people miss it ...

▍ "Looking back at the Hometown"

Essay/people -oriented

Void

Stretching vine

It's us

Looking back at the look of his hometown

A trace of wind blows grass

It will make us bluntly shocked

Floating Cloud

The Chinese Huaihua who is silently opens

Is the hometown

The hope of keeping the village entrance

Any bird singing

It will make the hometown break the liver and intestine

We are the hometown

Children with large circles

Once chosen wandering

I chose one life vicissitudes

The soul of the duckweed

Always wavy waterweeds

Stretching to a deeper and more distant distance

There is a call for his hometown there

There are also quiet time

It can make us stablely heal

You can also empty the hustle and bustle of the world

Ren warm flowers are generally blooming

◎ The moon flowing clouds are chaotic, wanting to look at each other.

It is still warm in Qingmingchun.

The morning flowers bloom, and the night invasion is scattered. How can it be calculated?

The sore flute secretly plundered the tea smoke, and the lone geese would explore Luoyang.

I just want to float the twilight.

The day is hundreds of miles, the dreams are ten million, and the far away is sad.

One "Jade Case" contains wind and dust

◎ The essence of life is to live alone,

Don't look forward to other people's hearts.

We always want to find

Those who can share pain and sadness for themselves,

Most of the time,

Our shocking pain,

In the eyes of others,

It's just the dust that brushes through.

Perhaps the loneliness of adults is to be sad and happy. ——Malx "Centennial Lonely"

▍ "Old House"

Wen/Caohui

Old but not broken--

The tile moss marks are faintly, with a piece of slices

Like one page of old calendar

Earth embryo wall is difficult to support the roof

Window and door are closed with faint eyes

Immerse in dreams

The wooden door locks a house

The old time that dare not touch

Tanled around the old house

The house is already old

But still with dreams

I saw the wild chrysanthemum in front of the door

With suspicion

Look at me, a strange home,

Sunshine put my shadow on the wall

Prove my identity for them

Wild chrysanthemum seems to be clear

Welcome to me with a brilliant smile

After the years, the return is vicissitudes

The morning of autumn, so warm

Dare not imagine that the old house is like a wild chrysanthemum

I just feel that every leaf is trembling

I walked around the old house

It seems that I have passed most of my life

Aging life

Like an old house, I still keep obsession

Looking up at the old moon

◎ The star bucket is clear and bright, and each one leans down lowly.

——The Zhang Xiaofeng "The Terminal of the Carpet"

◎ You guys.

Frequent awe of the heart, not to be enthusiastic about life.

Because life is mediocre.

When he was young, he lived hard.

When he was old, imagined that he was young when he was young.

Finally, I wish you a safe life, and the future Markham.

You do n’t have so many audiences, you may wish to live a bit.

▍ "Village"

Text/one party area

In the past

Our village, short and thin

Only a dozen alleys

It's a labyrinth that is completely placed

Even the wind, missed into it

I can't find North for a long time

Fireflies are the best street lights

You can bring a group of little urchins

Catch and seek cheerfully

now

The village becomes clean and bright

Wind, this time it is a big swing in and out of the ground

Solar lamps in the queue

Guard the quiet night of the village

One of the few old houses

Bow down

Like an old man who has been old

Sit in the village, watch the years

Ann warmth at the sunset sun

future

The memory of the old house sinks into the years

Teng out of the empty square

There are grass green, flower fragrance

Entertainment and fitness facilities row

Neat parking space and spacious dance floor

Enough to accommodate the travel to the north to the north

The old locust tree on the village is tall

It stands into the happiness in the hearts of children

Old roots of blood veins

2022/05/27

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