Wind Song
The earth is home to all the autumn leaves
But where will you blow the gold?
The wandering you took away was not the original purpose of coming
A lot of people are going to sing the praises of this autumn
You have become a stand-in for the most lonely and sad feelings
In fact, it is they who are hurting
Some gyrations will become reflections, and there are some
Hesitant to move forward for the death of the wound
Stop and look into the distance
If you walk again, you will know how to live towards death
Get out of the season
You should have a lot of yourself
Sing for a time or place
Speak
The scholar's binding chicken will be pecked by reality
A few drops of blood fell on the sad urging of the lottery
A man in a raincoat in a car accident
It is destined to be the object of time reversal
Language, sometimes knives
Sometimes, it's traps and traps
For the weak, the strongest
Maybe only language, sometimes
Words are like bullets, piercing through the night of life
But when the day came, he said dumbfounded
A word is mistaken, and half a life is cold!
Give tomorrow a what
Sit in a wine glass at night
Waiting for the tide to come in the early morning
Obsessive October
Like the footprints of an old man stepping into winter
Turn around and don't be afraid of the cold
Look at the era when I was born
How many volcanic eruptions have been created
They have a loneliness that is not surpassed
Loneliness leaves an unquenchable ember
And we have the loneliness that is not surpassed
Look at the cold ahead and look back
The flame engraved in the images of the times
It will warm up the cold of poverty in my heart a little
Give tomorrow a what?
Barren time pasture, full of plastic flowers
On the counter, there is a lack of scarce goods that are desired
It's been a long time, strong solitude
It's been a long time, and the lines of poetry with tears after being alone
We've never been lost
It's just time for us to cash in on tomorrow's flight
Hypocritically facing the sea, waiting for the spring flowers to bloom
But every time I boarded the plane, I deliberately chose the wrong flight
Author: Lan Bing, now living in Xi'an, is a doctor and a member of the Sleep Poetry Society. I love to write poems, I want to be washed away by the heavy rain, and I want to kiss the dripping lily of the valley in the poem.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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