Feelings at the end of the year - give H
The bell rang
Seemingly, I'm a little older again
Thinning hair
Messy in the wind
I want to hold the flying snow
And the fire has not yet been extinguished
Residual warmth in the chest
Still warming up a glass of wine with memories
Drink endless passion
Always remain at the bottom of the cup
Even if the steps are a little faltering
Still thinking about holding your hand
Go to thousands of rivers and mountains
One afternoon in November
One afternoon in November
The weather was cold and the sun was warm
I moved a bench to the top of the seventh floor
Looking at the city where I live from the red tiles
The north wind blows my thinning hair
Such as blowing the reeds of Xiangyang Lake in his hometown
Pull horizontally on the wire
Drying sheets hunt sound
Such as flags
Fly my boring year of destiny
Instead of being lonely
It's better to read your own poems
Look at the twilight people have passionate past
again
These quiet words
Let me rediscover myself
Qianshan Temple with snow
Some hidden thoughts
Stretch slowly in a chrysanthemum
The tea is hot
The snow is also hot, outside the window
Alter a road up the mountain
Xiangjun said: The way up the mountain
It is a poem left behind in the past
The bell of the temple is ringing
反复吟诵
So, a line of crooked footprints
In the empty snow of the hidden hills
Squeaky and yelling
Disappear at the bend of the mountain road
Author: Li Ping, a post-70s amateur writer, a part-time poet, has been insisting on writing in the cracks of making a living, was recommended to join the Hubei Writers Association in 2021, and was elected as the vice chairman of the Xian'an District Writers Association in Xianning City, Hubei Province in 2022. has always been busy with work and survival, reading books in his spare time, insisting on writing, although humble, but never sighing, alone in the text along the path of poetry to the otherworldly spiritual palace.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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