Reading the poem before going to bed ｜ The ballad that once sang in the spring breeze, there are still vague groaning

"Be a Happy Ant"

Like in every morning

Open -off heart

Make the sink sleeping overnight

Tighten the clockwork again

Pull a piece of white clouds and wash a face

Smile and get up early

..

Blend the background with the sun

Describe the early morning in April

Dew's dew with the stars

Cleaning the smoke and dust in the eyes

Fangfang that smells the grass and leaves night

Listen to the birds sticking to the treetops

..

With casual comfort

Walking in the bustling flow of people

Listen to the bustle of rolling red dust

Drifting in the wind

The crowd passing by

But there is a rose in my heart

..

The car is horse, and the high -rise buildings stand up

We copy ourselves with a copy machine

Today is yesterday's shadow

Tomorrow is the continuation of today

Walking in the forest that faces five nights and nine

Be a happy ant

"Reunion in the River of Time"

Start in a smile

End in another smile

Reunion in one accident

A river across a time

A piece of rice paper that has been wet by rain

Can't draw a sunny flower

..

The past that passed away with the wind

It is a dead vine in the rain

The flowers in the water

All details have withered

Define in October

Concrete into a broken year

..

The ballads sung by spring breeze

There are still Feng Yin so far

The fish tail of the corner of the eyes

Freshly stiff expression

A unique connotation of a smile

Show the distance of a river

..

Even though there are too many questions in my heart

It's no one to talk about

Even though there are thousands of words in my heart

End into a sigh

No one said goodbye at all times

Everyone knows that goodbye is far away

"Like the past"

A sound sighs like the past

The thought lurking in the night of the night

Wait for the opportunity to move and the wind on the grass leaf

Fireflies replaced the Starlight Night Tour Village

Silently keep the dreamer of soil

Occasionally there are a few dog barking and not awakening the chicken

..

The light scattered in the village

Close your eyes after cooking the smoke

After that, the movement becomes a bottomless mystery

..

The uncomfortable guests in the middle of the night

The mountain recognizes the tree and recognizes the riverbed

I lost my nature after being drunk

Torn the mountain and torn the tree to turn the river bed

East and west crooked all the way

Sighing a sigh and still in the throat

..

The sorrowful seed has been buried in the soil

News about the media's news about natural disasters and human disasters

Many pains finally return to the soil

..

It's dawn, the nightmare didn't wake up

Tears in the rain everywhere

The village that can no longer wake up has its name

A sound sighs like the past

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Author: "Selection of Sleeping Poems" Elected to the poet: Deep

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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