Iku Jinxiang
Labor Day allows people who don't take a holiday to work
The people on holiday are in charge of celebrating
Tulips have only one season of spring
In the coming year, the plant will be changed to a monthly season
Who will count your soul
The insurance company says: life is precious
In the blink of an eye, the price code was given
The joy of the city has nothing to do with the flyover
It has nothing to do with low-rent housing
It is closely related to the tulips on the green belt
Thousands of tulips are laughing
You also never thought that the next year you would switch to the moon season
The gold-rimmed glasses said: It's ridiculous
transmigration
I'm dead
Died in the last life
In this life, I have seen it in my dreams
My dead soul
All the memories flooded into the mind
There was only loneliness
Lonely and remarkably peaceful
The sky was like dusk and dawn
I slept lightly in the heavens and on the earth
So comfortable that I don't want to move
No pull
No hanging
Desireless
Nothing
That kind of comfort
If it was really the previous life
It is already in heaven and earth
Why do you want to be who you are in this world?
With loneliness and serenity
Perhaps important things are not yet done
Or maybe it's just to start over
My love for spring
I love spring as much as spring itself
I embrace all forms of bloom in this world
It's like embracing all of myself
This has been the case since ancient times
I asked the time for this person to come over
"Who muddied the water?"
He said, "It has been so since ancient times."
Far and near, and those outside, and those inside
It's all the same
All are baptized with uncleanness
He also said: There is no quagmire in the world
I just want too much innocence
Only then did the turbidity be separated
There is right and wrong
Author: Bai Muntjac, formerly known as Deng Yingkuan, a native of Huize, Yunnan, is now a high school Chinese teacher, and loves pen inkstone as a friend of life and death in his spare time.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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