I'm busy,
I'm busy,
I was busy shaking the torch,
I'm busy shaping myself,
I'm busy moving drums and cymbals,
I am busy playing the reed flute for the Spring Festival.
I'm busy making happiness predictions,
I'm busy interviewing the truth,
I'm busy transplanting the tree of life to the battlefield,
I am busy turning fermented blood into the juice of love.
Until one day I died,
Like the tail color of sleeping in a smiling pond,
I'll turn off the lights and rest,
I just had a beautiful finish,
For example, a book of poems;
Cover my land,
This is the cover of that book of poems.
I'm busy,
I'm busy.
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The Source of Poetry (Ten Poems)
1 dusk
My silence rang Miller's late bell on the wall,
The holy one who rode on a donkey to Jerusalem has not returned yet.
Ignore the sly look of that lamp,
Please tell me: Who lit the first match?
2 road
Wheels, horseshoes, flashing horns, hunting flags,
The will not tired is forward.
Why complain about innocent shoes?
You ah! A burnt-out torch dried the fish in the pond.
3 expectation
Every silver raindrop is a beating word,
Crazy lightning is the headline of a group of people.
Wake up from the threshold of the night and turn off the black cat of dreams.
Listen to the rolling thunder and report the sunshine news for me.
Four clouds
Don't walk in my blue sky again
My pigeon once told you: I am not a believer in art gallery school.
See how I abuse the queen with a pencil sharpener,
You will understand that this season should make the fruit ripen quickly.
5 summer
White heat. White heat. The voice of the pioneer.
Falling. Falling. The weight of blood clan love.
When the phoenix flies into the blazing fire,
Why, I have to sleep in the shade of the cross to enjoy the cool.
Six birds
Fly into the poems of old Indian poets, jump into the palm of the Persian queen,
What about me? Silence is like a mute, stupid and wingless.
Aristophanes once brought his ideas into the theater,
There is no port for me in Penguin Country of France.
7 diaries
Yesterday, Tan. Close the narrow door of the soul,
Schiller's robber, Nietzsche's superman.
Today, the sun is shining. Polish the eyes of the camera,
Shoot Van Gogh's sunflower, Rodin's spring.
8 lies
There are hunters with guns in the mountain village.
Owl, don't laugh.
Some girls suck water in the desert,
Camel bell, please don't tell your loneliness and sadness.
9 confession
My faith can't be imprisoned in an underground kiln in Zantigan.
Counterfeiters are always afraid of the sun.
On judgment day, the prodigal son climbed home,
If the wheat doesn't die, where can we collect the land and grain?
10 tears
The lullaby injected too much mist into the blood vessels in the cradle.
I woke up today and realized that I was a shell abandoned by the sea.
A hand that kisses the earth cannot hold an elegant song decorated with pearls.
The source of this poem comes from the painful Nile.
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homesickness
In the past, I was a king, happy and rich.
The princess next door is my beautiful wife.
We harvest the pearls of sorghum and the gems of corn.
And gold paper hanging on the old elm tree.
What about now? Now I'm broke.
Pop songs and neon lights make my brain anemic.
Standing on the crazy street,
I don't know where to go.
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Hanging stars
Gently, I want to gently
With a silver paper cutter
Cut the veins of the blue river,
Let melancholy and sadness
Full of anger.
Facing a dying star,
I forgot the tears on my face.
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Flowers and fruits
Flowers are silent music,
Fruit is the most touching book,
When they play in spring and publish in autumn,
My days are timed by a timer,
Bite and wring mercilessly;
Fragments of my heart are scattered in court,
Call me next.
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snowflake
It's the little angel pulling the pillow
Shake off goose feathers
Scatter all over the floor
snowflake
Is the mother of the sky.
Cotton wool is leased to the earth.
So it can make a warm quilt.
snowflake
It's Santa Claus
A gift for us.
I wish every child health and happiness.
The color of autumn wind
Autumn wind is yellow.
The autumn wind blows.
Corn Huang Chengcheng
Autumn wind is red.
The autumn wind blows.
Maple leaves are red.
Autumn wind is purple.
The autumn wind blows.
Grape ziyingying
Bamboo grove in spring
After the rumble of spring thunder, the crisp bamboo forest became lively. Some bamboo shoots stick their heads out of the mud, revealing small yellow mouths, while others turn over pebbles, stretch and suck the spring rain. One day they grew up, and the bamboo forest was full of large and small bamboo shoots.
At this time, the birds came, the squirrels came, and even the children came to have a spring party in the green bamboo forest.
Breaking waves and splashing
White waves are the dolls of mother sea,
Always playing naughty on the beach,
Don't go home after dark,
Mother-in-law Moon lights up,
Send the wave doll back to the arms of mother sea,
Mother sea hummed softly,
The spray doll fell asleep,
I don't know what I dreamed,
There was a sweet smile on her lips.
Children's poetry
The color of autumn wind
Autumn wind is yellow.
The autumn wind blows.
Corn Huang Chengcheng
Autumn wind is red.
The autumn wind blows.
Maple leaves are red.
Autumn wind is purple.
The autumn wind blows.
Grape ziyingying
Children's poetry
Brush your teeth in spring
Spring has come.
Spring girl's brush
Dongyimo
With a wave of his hand
The snow melted,
Willow is green,
Peach blossoms are red,
Pears are in full bloom,
We laughed.
Little snail, little snail, loves to travel and walks slowly. Wearing an antenna on your head makes you well informed and free. There is a small house behind you, so don't worry about rain or wind. Tortoise Tortoise, climb and climb. Where are you going? Nandawa Nandawa, what are you doing? Bring friends home. Autumn girl, autumn girl, autumn girl, wearing colorful clothes. Ear gold, corn yellow, sweet potato dragging young seedlings. When the sorghum is ripe, raise the torch. When the cotton is ripe, there will be silver waves. Apple blushed with laughter, and the harvest song filled the hometown.