Jin long Temple
Midnight Pear cut
Smoke off
子夜读信
Rough On the Eve
The window
riverside Muyuan Garden
streaking
insight
pick one's teeth, ie use a small pointed piece of wood, etc to remove particles of food from one's teeth
Li Bai legend
Everlasting Regret
The Death in a Stone Cave
Public Charge storm
blooded reimpression
Foam off
AND Li he hobnob
蟹爪花
Acoustic
big Glacier
the first snow
ash off
Rain across The forty-eighth year in a cycle of sixty years tunnel
bianjiewang Township
| Multiple poems at a time |
初雪the first snow
初雪
Lo Fu
I.
He first came to quietly go right again
He occupied the attention of the world as well as far as
The most mysterious parts of the soul
He leaves lie between the public
Lying long forgotten in the vat
He landed, shuddering
He squatted on the roof but never condescending
He has always been dumb Mo
Never investigated why the color is so pale
No history, no tracks and footprints
Opened last year's photo album
Cold, still there bare
River Sound
His laughter, but also elegy
Second,
Wall of snow fell asleep last night
Detour to a table, the letter did not finish
I looked intently
The yard for a frozen snow robin
Funeral ... ...
I'm drinking hot coffee
Bong glass rubbed his hands, rubbed his
Has been turning
Rapidly turning
Until
Have the windows down on the snow (the clock kept in the eradication of their own)
Third,
Continue to write
Non-rhetorical tone
Under the leaves, a little taste of snow
Loss of white, its complexity
Is shed for many occasions expressed the painstaking efforts of a snake
And I must let you know
From the start last night
Snow came to himself, ridiculous as I
Same applies nothingness
I (the clock kept in the eradication of their own)
Opening night of the ... ...
About face if he is not finished to my masking
Including hair, skin, nails
Pulled out last year, tooth decay, and
Emotional scorpion
Thinking of cockroaches
Long hidden in the subconscious part of it poison ivy
(Clock, kept
In
Elimination of their own)
IV
I was intimidated the first fifty years, was fooled by a pair of wild pull over and hand vigorously pushed far cry this is age-old monologue Hundred Years of Solitude and there are more lonely I am full of desire and he was extremely greedy he refused to go to a bunch of roses but I suddenly felt my garden is fashioned a snowman in the sad (clock, kept in the eradication of their own), how will endure when the melted ice water over the face, the kind of itch tumbling down from the history books the kind of despair over a Zaifan Xipo cassock wearing the kind of sad for a number of other tunnel tunnel staring
1997
Created by: 杯中冲浪