Modern questioning poems

A set of broken chapters about stones hung in the sky.

My eyes are silent, and I wander in the words I believe.

Obsessed with the emptiness of pasture and fireflies is paler than memory.

But I still can't walk a poetic road of trudging.

Can't walk out of the autumn eyes

This should be a luxurious moment to lend money to life.

Send you a page of red neck powder.

Are you still standing under a leaf at this time?

Wash your heart with dew and calculate your fun happily.

I won't take my mind off and the birds singing outside the fence.

I will never make a statement about the veil again.

Let the awakened river not climb the height of poetic perspective.

Let the guilt of art be edited and deleted backstage.

Let the dialect in the water find its original appearance.

Dreams haven't come out yet, but they have been released repeatedly.

I can't see the arc of love secret language from a distance.

I saw you sleeping with the password.

Stop at the crossroads where words must pass, denying the stone's understanding of eternity.

Refuse the expected rain.

Hide the weight of time at the end of the pen

Let the guilty words sleep peacefully in the water mirror.

June is no longer the season of love.

You also paint your lips with charcoal thrush and pepper.

Through the crowded exotic sighs

Gently through the smokeless night

No one passed by. The street will suddenly stop.

Will be on the laurel tree where I have been.

The voice will suddenly become extremely hoarse.

If one day I write this story into a play

Will be handed over to sean connery.

Interpreting the changes of a countryman

And let the heroine have a white skirt.

June was left by a military sail wrapped in Sophora japonica.

Let her smile at me every time she looks back.

Call me in the lonely rain

What is wet is clothes, not heart.

A rippling spell

June passed peacefully under the bridge.

Close to the mood of waterfowl again and again.

The sky and singing trees protrude from the water.

Humidity and vision after eclosion

It's just a transition this time.

June or June is just the difference between the annual rings of heaven and earth.

Nameless moonlight

Dry secrets flow cleanly.

An unnamed slope is full of poetic tidbits.

Like the pain in June rhyme.

The aura of mercy shines on the night of exile.

Melt the old noble with your fingertips.

Call the man from corner to corner with your lips.

Remove the dust from business and empty the weight of faith.

Let me live humbly in the trap of happiness.

Actually, I don't want to hear the repair legend.

The dusty streets shut you out of the sacrifice door.

Only the shadow of the moon deceives you from midnight to dawn.

There is no resentment to tell anyone in the bloated laughter.

I don't have to think about anyone anymore.

The fortune teller said that there would be 173 fish in June.

Words and question marks in Changyou's poems