hometown
native place
Not on the way home.
I'm not on my way home either
I'm in the moonlight
In a forgotten dialect
Said it was hidden in
That big house
In the smoke that can't be shut up
fame
But the pen shaped the dragon.
Carve the full moon and stars.
I hope to reach the top one day.
Why do you want to be famous?
It's always hard to settle down.
sunlight
Text/Gu Wusheng
A beam of light passed through the window lattice.
Sketch bright colors in the gloom
Wandering lazily in the old hut
Become an attachment in my heart
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Looking for a hazy morning
The Millennium is gorgeous and foggy.
The mottled aperture in front of my eyes
Warm to the heart
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Through the sparse Woods
Inclination between fingers
Watching the floating sunrise, sighing how time flies.
The cold dew of the seven wonders
Text/Wang Limin (Mudanjiang)
( 1)
The autumn night is cold and the green branches are not frosted.
The scenery at the foot of Wuhua Mountain is good, and you can enjoy the maple, red chrysanthemum and yellow flowers.
(2)
Who paints five colors in late autumn, and golden everywhere is just for collection.
It is said that it is difficult to see rain in the north, and it will rain for three days.
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Text/Wu
Silk willows are swaying in front of the pavilion, and colorful flags are flying by the water. Yuanyang is busy drawing. Carp flying mirror, lotus pond.
The exhibition is full of freehand brushwork and meditation. Tang Qian got drunk in spring. Roses just burst into laughter, and purple waterfalls overflowed the flower wall.
Hill Phoenix
Text/Han Xing
hand over
mountain ridge
Look into the distance
Be shrouded in fog
mountain path
One bend after another.
-
How many times?
Walk towards you
But never.
I have seen your face.
How many times?
Smell your body fragrance.
But never.
Slowly taste
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As a child
The old man said
A beautiful phoenix
land
On the green mountain
neglect
A vast plain
When I grow up
Drink a cup of green tea
local records
That's Phoenix.
Green leaf patch
become
Plumes of tea fragrance
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Embrace the wind
Soft dream
Drift out of the window
Vaguely
As if I saw it
Phoenix is flapping its wings and flying.
Written in the evening of October 5th, 2002/kloc-0, at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain.
My heart is too small, just like my love today, it turns into tears and fills my memory of you.
In autumn, it is poetry that harvests fruits.
Making a living with fireworks and loving sex.
We don't need magic to change the world, just use our inner strength.
First blush, then blush, but after all, the first sentence of the dream is heartbreaking.