Daily good poems ｜ Tears flowing down in the years

Tears flowing down

Wen / Ye Xiaosong

if

Drop the blood

We are brothers

Add some blood margin

At least it should be cousin

The world is so big,

love me Please!

Our body is yearning

fester.

Then, then, then

Wind on the river

Ru Dream Wake up

The knee suddenly didn't enter the grass

Narrow roadside

Every tree that produces fruits

They are all full of acacia

The road of ax split

Blood flowing

The meat falls off with a trace of meat

Everyone is watching the ants holding hands

Cross the wind blowing on the face

He and leaves. ——

Then, then, then

The sacrifice has been dried by years.

In the end, it was not oil, but tears.

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Ye Xiaosong, who reads the natal crown of sleeping poetry, was born in 1964, corporate workers, net names, Purmens (Firebur) poetry writing enthusiasts. Some poems are included in "Spring Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Cao Long Ying Flying on Sleeping Poems". The language of poetry is unique, the poetic is agile, and is good at digging out the poetic soil from the silhouette of life, and the castle that builds poetry. Poetry has its own unique meaning and special, and has a certain degree of recognition.

Pay attention to sleeping, poetic habitat

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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