Reading the poem before going to bed ｜ Even if there is no love, we still chose to live

"Bite Monk"

Even if you have no love

We still chose Gou Hua

The gods on the tree never eat the fireworks on earth

They live a life of gods

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The lonely ascetic monk, you know

I also love the once party under the Bodhi tree cool

Do you know that there is also light in the eyes of the blind people

Fantasy to explore hope from the darkness

..

Sleep, since you can't get rid of it

The suffering of life, since the fate has been

Kitching potholes, since every day

Wait for the sunset to the west

..

It has been done day after day

The world is so big, we can still bury

How many hidden secrets? What's more painful

We can't put it gently

"Reflection"

A tree reflected in the water

In July, the sky fell down

Like a child of adolescence

My heart is full of jumping and melancholy stars

..

Through tired, lazy branches

Water waves sigh leisurely

As if an old man suddenly remembered

His mother sang a nursery song when he was young

..

When the painful crow wakes up from insomnia

Seeing myself drowned together with yesterday's tree

It flew away "Yeah"

Leave another bitter self -dedication

Just like my waves of the world ...

"Floating Cloud"

One floating cloud is another one

The feeling of sadness will follow

I held it outside the door for a long time

I didn't cry until now

Wind that sobbing outside the window

Almost nothing

..

What kind of dizziness wants to cry without tears

Who saw it, in order to find the feeling of wet body

You swim in the sea from the river

Sitting on the beauty above the totem

The god of the tribe of the ancient corner of the grass

Bathing Lanxiang's marriage mother

Your excited breasts are going one after another

My sadness

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It's time to sail

The fog is looming from the dawn's mouth

To welcome the first dew

A welcoming team is in the water

Days and nights; I say goodbye to my parents at this time

In a moment without a saddle

Forgot time, youthful jewelry

Just now becoming the moon in the water

..

The good soil of goodness follows the feelings of openness

The dream that follows the moon and sleeps

There is a flag fluttering on the top of the mountain rock

Write tune and widow, passing the eyes of the children

Rebell at the surprise immediately

I suddenly realized that I am a human

It's really not God-

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Author: "Selection of Sleeping Poems" Elected to Poet: Ye Xiaosong

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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