Fortune-telling radish

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I was there, moving myself under the stars.

When the sky gets dark,

The sound of fallen leaves running in the blood vessels quieted down.

The burn marks on the back of the hand are also blurred.

No longer painful

Huang Qiuying has seeds.

The wind entangled its troubles in the branches.

My heart is scarred. How nice this is.

The lowlands of the world. I know the direction of a river.

Familiar with the process of a peanut from planting to harvesting.

I also tracked the whole process of a flower from opening to withering.

I looked down at an ant putting a big piece of bread crumbs.

Dragged desperately into the cave

How much like me, trying to straighten my own shadow.

Inch by inch, moving under the starlight

September 2, 20201

◤ Figure from: Fangcheng Thin Sheep

It began to rain at dusk.

Seems to have been plotting for a long time. Starting with the fall of a petal

Start with the white on the grass. Or did you choose dusk?

Gray climbed up from a harvested cornfield.

Like a man who fell into the water, he was tired and went ashore again.

Clouds fall in the belly of egrets.

The evening breeze caressed the reeds again.

The reed is playing a sad tune.

And this song just reveals the secret of the sky.

The drowning man just came back and embraced the world.

He should be a wooden window and a banana at this time.

The flickering candlelight, crying.

On the morning of September 2, 2020, Kloc-0.

◤ Figure from: Fangcheng Thin Sheep

I only write about my hometown.

Often thirsty. I believe that life is short of water.

At that time, the winter wind blew in through the cracks in the thatched cottage and blew me away again.

My lips are the same as that land

Pale. dissociate from

I reached into the river with a thin pen tip instead of my lips.

I sucked my lips greedily. The river in my hometown is often cut off.

Fish fly into the sky.

Poplar trees on the shore have their own shadows.

Still holding the night.

A pub in a foreign land. I described it over and over again.

Stone mountain supporting sunrise and sunset

Talk about it over and over again

Those flowers bloom and fall, and failure blooms again.

Grass that dies year after year and comes back year after year.

That piece swallowed up a generation.

And spit out a generation of land.

I kept talking until I burst into tears.

As drunk as a fiddler.

My gray-haired mother told me

Many years ago, a fortune teller pointed at me and said

"This girl, life is short of water. Lack of wood. Lack of soil "

On the morning of September 20, 2020

◤ From: Li Jinkuang, Fangcheng County Transportation Bureau

Autumn is boundless.

The sun moved to the windowsill again.

Put the vase, teacup and hairpin I touched.

A book of poems, a sentence about spring in the book of poems.

Touch it again.

This is warm enough to make people sad.

The fallen leaves fell into the yard.

A breeze blew against the wall for a while.

Ran out of the village and went to a far field.

The pages are not closed.

A sentence that a person walks out of spring.

With the autumn sunshine on your shoulders, you can run farther than the wind.

On the evening of September 6, 2020, 5438+09

◤ From: Zhengzhou Airport Port Area, Jiang Weiguo

midnight

( 1)

You can't hide from dusk. Can't escape the night.

I will make myself quiet as a river.

Let them pass through me, let sadness pass through me.

only ...

You must carefully bypass the position of my heart.

The man is sleeping with a smile on his lips.

(2)

In the light, they stop growing.

Green radish. Green algae glass Cui

Think of a fruit hanging on the branch of tomorrow.

I must grow another inch.

Jumping high again.

(3)

Finally, starlight and starlight stopped talking.

People who talk in their sleep gnash their teeth.

turn around

Generous world

It's just me and a cricket outside the window.

At this time, when writing this poem, I was the only one in our village. I heard my heartbeat, and I heard a drop of dew falling from the grass and breaking into the soil. On the evening of September 6, 2020, 5438+08

◤ From: Zhengzhou Airport Port Area, Jiang Weiguo

We are 800 miles apart in autumn.

You've always been ahead.

Lead a green mountain and a river.

My eyes are behind you.

When bending, bend for an hour.

The growing part folds up the evening light.

It is my eyes that bend with it.

Slide down your back and fall to the ground.

Weeds are big and yellow. Eye rest

You and I are 800 miles apart in autumn.

This evening is exhausted and the night becomes an ocean.

My village has become a reef under the sea.

The starlight overhead is noisy.

I am a mermaid who has lost her voice.

Swim to you through the overgrown grass

On the evening of September 6, 2020, 5438+07

◤ From: Zhengzhou Airport Port Area, Jiang Weiguo

When I care

Autumn grass accidentally planted rehmannia.

Flowers bear seeds, ignoring the cool breeze.

Leisure and the sky.

Upside down clouds in the sky.

I care.

When the sun beats on the door leaf

When the sparrow landed on the low wall next door

When the Twilight Cat came out of the yard

When a river passes through the skirt

Autumn grass continues to be yellow.

You should take autumn as the return date.

Give yourself back to the branches as fruit.

Brother, you can show up anytime.

I'm a little shaky among the branches and leaves.

September 2020 17 pm

◤ From: Zhengzhou Airport Port Area, Jiang Weiguo

waste time/waste of time

Accidentally, it was dusk again.

The setting sun is just standing at the same height as us.

Chestnut trees all over the hillside spit out sweet fragrance.

The wind blows my long hair and your white shirt.

A Bai Niao flew over the branch.

The fruit on the branch is just right red.

I wear a blue shirt and walk side by side with you under the tree.

We walked down the hill with the sunset.

According to our light, not much.

But I still want to waste the rest of the evening.

The second light on in the twilight.

Night in the depths of the light

A sunny morning night after night

September 2020 16 am

◤ From: Li Jinkuang, Fangcheng County Transportation Bureau

September

I haven't mentioned that corn is getting married and having children.

Sorghum with red face

There is no mention of a pair of jumping sparrows on the threshing floor.

When the sparrow bounces off the branch

Two poplar leaves are old.

I didn't tell you the smell of that osmanthus tree.

Those rugged crickets watch and listen to love songs all night.

Always want to hide something beautiful for longer.

As if in this way, my love for you will grow.

Morning glory held the last blue flower above its head.

Extinguish oneself

Wild chrysanthemums are going to bloom, too. It wants to light its golden lamp.

Illuminate fields and valleys.

I am in the autumn sky in September.

Build a temple named after you.

Morning of September, 2020 15

◤ Figure from: Fangcheng Thin Sheep

Listen to a tune

I can see dusk, hanging in the rain.

Look at the rain hanging on the mountain.

The flowers in the mountains are fragrant and can't be brought back.

You can also see the wind through the wooden window.

With the idea of taking root as soon as you land.

I think before dusk, before the future of Shan Yu.

A soft-haired white lamb

On the green grass

Two wild ducks are hiding in the reeds, with a small piece of sunshine on their backs.

I think of a man with his back to Nanshan shouting "girl" in a low voice.

The flowers in the valley are silent.

It's raining on the distant mountain.

Nobody saw me.

Dusk is shrouded in rain.

Nobody knows I'm thinking about it.

On the evening of September 6, 2020, 5438+04

* Author's Scene: The net name leans on the willow and looks at the moon, loves the sunset at dusk, is obsessed with moonlight, and is even more obsessed with the world. Henan University Press published a collection of poems, Please call me the most beautiful queen in the village. Columnist of Green Eyes Plus qyyjtcq.