About the Author
Su Ziyi, after the 70s, a well woman in Suizhou, Hubei Province, has been in the network poetry circle for more than ten years, and loves Xiao Jie and Xiao Ling, occasionally.
Selected poems
Yu Meiren sends a group in winter
One
The idle book case is cold, and the cold is in the first heart. The bottom of Youtan's eyebrows was also opened, and there was dust on the Han East Road that day. And now the stars on the sideburns are also, and the bottom thing can be written. The bottom color of the glass cup is deep, and I want to drink the pupils only to be afraid and plump.
Two
Selling flowers on the early spring, the eyes float clear waves. QianShaqin snow is difficult to hairpin, and many erotic colors are twisted into the shadows. Whoever thinks of He Siru, the sun and the sky are condensed. After several years of worrying, it is not necessary to lower the eyebrows of the king before and after the king.
Three
Lonely lamp a sleepless thought, bear with the ghost to sleep? The four walls are white and remember He Qing, and Er is pearls shining I am a firefly. It is difficult to win the smoke that gradually shortens, or it is the same disease as poetry. The poetry book is speechless at night, and some loneliness is faintly piled up between the eyebrows.
Four
Dawn window gradually white people sleep high, wrapped but idle taste. The blue screen is tuned to the lowest tone, and the light crazy magic barrier is allowed to catch it again. The sound of dust gradually boils and dust, and sleep is rare. The smoke rings are ruthless, and the circles circle your name.
Drink the fire order untitled group
The bottom of the wrist collects red tears, and the cup is boiled with green dust. The famous paintings in plain clothes are lost. Win half a life of sorrow, who stands with Twilight. The shutters are unlockless and the cinnabar moles are marked. Points in the chest are unbearable. A thought of the wind coming, a thought of a micro-scale, a thought of a vast sea of dust, the past is colorful.
Xiaoyue frontage market, incense stained wine. What a smile that year. Only you stand by and watch me read the words. The Yushu tree has been in the wind for a long time, and the slanting sun is late in dreaming. A who joined hands with two jagged. Since then, he has sunk, never warmed the book, and since then he has nothing to do with his life, and he has thought of thin love alone.
Splash the ink in the pool, it is difficult to collect the red eyes. Ask Yi what happened to Qing hitomi. There was no way to fight for it, bookworms and bookworms. The cold moon came to the lonely shadow, Qingping lost her old tracks, and qu que was with whom. Just spring back, just the old east wind, just shouldn't be with you, wading in the water to pick hibiscus.
How to solve the city, no one is merciful. Wait for something to listen to the flowers. The eyes are born with autumn water again, and the autumn water is not easy to see. Take a break to travel and fold the purple letter by it. This heart will die and be difficult to interpret. The Tao is infatuation, the Tao is the moon shifting, and the Tao is the Daihe ox, just like a rhinoceros.
Five
Do you know whether you are drunk and turn into an old dream. Who's heart up the autumn tide. Thinking about what to do, thinking about it is boring. The Book of Eternal Days is a long scroll, and the purple banana is read in a cloak. Pity is also dissipated. In the year of Mo Xue, Mo Xue folded new strips, Mo Xue Xiao Pavilion west bank, cold moon illuminated the Blue Bridge.
Six
Red rain drifts in the middle of the night, and the light is bright and colorful. The back man landed on the shore to read the crab leaf. It is chaotic and flying, swirling into the end of the water. Small-character books clear dreams, high-rise buildings send the moon oblique, at this time there is no way to solve the scab. Just think acacia, just think innocently, just a light sigh, scattered into the palm of the sand.
Linjiangxian group
One day in a certain month in the afternoon, a flat time. Why did I surrender again? Entangled lips and teeth, will not be willing to negotiate. How many disasters there are in the red dust of the road, and life is not allowed to die. Rouge tears boiled Meng Po soup. Float and sink a thousand times, holding it in the center of your palm.
The First Toad Palace was obsessed with nothing, and it had never failed Qiu Lin. Ten years of big dreams to Chihiro. Nothing more than the vast sea, imprisoning the hearts of the jade people. I am afraid that The fragrance will not be able to stop it, and for whom to whisk down the green placket. Heavy overlapping and overlapping is coming, how soft and powerful, it is difficult to fight deeply.
The separate balcony is unintentional, and a gentle light is in the distance. Ask Qing qing for whom to keep a lamp. The breeze has no answer, and the eyes make a long journey. Knowing whether the red dust is like a reverse journey, it falls like a late autumn. Many stories are unbearable. And look at the cloud foil roll, release a small curtain hook.
Town day leisure tour online, blue screen furniture is autumn sound. Talk about the heart to listen. A Zhu Yu arrow is enough to break through the isolated city. Knowing whether there is nothing to gain in this life, the purple clothes are not accustomed to welcoming. Only because of stubbornness and poetry. Please bury me in the name of the night.
He once favored me in the night, the reincarnation on the pillow of the straight teaching, the new cool like water like a cold sauce, the spring tank should be exhausted, and the eyes hinder who is who. A moment of hole pierced through the heart, like a demon like a thunderbolt. Gratuitous more snuggled into the bone, poor Luo sleeves thin, do not dare to start acacia.
The three on the pillow listened to the rain, and the cold was afraid to listen to the cold. Ten years still trapped in the lonely city. Suddenly, there was no emotion, and it was merciless. Even if there are some deviations, it should be known that the tired eyes are on the eyes. The thin body has the old talent name. In the alley of the Fan family, a branch of Qiong qiong was buried deeply.
7. Listen to the rain one day
A few cases of dust are not wiped, and a few beads are hanging quietly. The partition of the window is disturbed by the clearing of the house. Poor liver and lungs, separated at the beginning of that box. One two three and three four five, pity him and pity me. Tears blur after turning around. How many things in the heart, once lost curling.
A group of Nan Kezi
Gengzi aid zhu pipe, and the branches lean on the jade bottle. Daisy Xiangxue wrote to listen. That day it rained slightly to the blue screen. The orphanage adds new dreams, and the idiots remember the old inscriptions. Song light night black candle screen. The response double star drags through the meditation.
The studio supports Xinzi, and Danqing enters the ancient hill. Fei Hong went upstairs in a dream, and took pity on Sheng Xuan and could not worry about it. The spring tide rises on the willow bank, and the green mountain pillow is blue. Soft incense climbs on the purple cloud fur, and then builds a side of the flower to hang out.
Crimson flips the words, and the clear light wears the eaves. Spring is prozac. New hardships are stronger than new diseases, and they are also intimidating. The inch room burns dry purple, and the green hook rolls the jade curtain. That year is remembered with people. Steal to the bottom of the phone screen, thrush tip.
Extreme spring households, cold and snowy sand. Pillow sideburns reminiscent of Shaohua. Sorrow is a new stain recently, and it is endless. The walls are cold and xisu, the curtains are green and chaotic, and a white plum blossom was born before, why should it be born there, the ant people's family.
Bodhisattvas are a bunch
Su Ziyi's leisure time
The song is looped, idle and wrapped in time. Sitting for a long time, I was slightly drunk, gentle and peaceful. The nightgown gradually shortened, and suddenly the day was going to be late. Zi also does not transmit sound, and is pronounced by man.
Nothing but some words, nothing more than some things. Know what, don't hate more than empty labor. From Zi Wei's thoughts, it was all in the spring breeze. Like electricity, it is like thunder, and it is destroyed by it.
Valentine’s Day
Roses and rose dreams, ten years or a total of cold frost. After a long time, it is not spring, and every spring turns around. Turn around and write a piece of paper, and the paper is poured into purple. The past is like a warbler flying, and gentleness has broken through.
If the robbery of flowers should be no different, such as the fierceness of love should be flawless. Cut through the heavy door, a mark in the heart. Due to the obstruction of words, Xu is a red dust couple. The same is the city, why is it too thin.
The long street falls on the sycamore leaves, like a pair of double flying butterflies. Butterflies are dancing, and someone looks like a teenager. Suddenly there is denial, willing to stay outside of time. Bus No. 18, please take the mountain and water remotely.
A group of Raccoon Creek Sands
Lying on the eaves of the tooth drop jade beads, poetry slave or have changed lovers slaves, this birth and what I want. The pillow is even more cold, the red leaves and purple of the book are still dry, and some days are becoming deserted.
The new timid yu refers to Yu Bing, who is thin under the window pavilion. Glass barrier painting personal names. If you want to break the wall at the beginning of the poem, the cold air blows the lamp. Feel free to be a little incompetent.
Hatred is always born later, and the veins of the embrace are only silent. Only the remaining small characters are deep alliances! Every talent is a great name, talking about burying the city, and singing rain bells in your ears.
Bodhisattva Man Four Rules of Twilight Spring
There is only an infatuated child in the world, and a spring heart is condensed in purple. Listen to the rain through the window screen, Tintin as if calling him. Suddenly, a thousand sins were left to me, and from then on I was enslaved, thinking about it in the beginning.
April in the human world is exhausted, and the realm of Handong can be asked. Smoke and rain lock heavy building, this body is already a prisoner. Listen to the birds singing through the window and break through the red dust barrier. When to look for spring again, the eyebrows are green.
The balcony is a few shades of carmine and imprisoned on the side of the April breeze. The searing is not enough, and the spring is burning in the heart. And burn Ruyi Purple, and forgive the eyes, and crush the fate of Yi into mud together.
The most boring is the spring twilight, green bullying mountains and red bullying trees. Bullying and pampering, bullying old eyes. From the window to borrow the question, the bottom thing is combined into hate, how about hate? Peach Blossom Paper Book.
A thousand poems
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