Embedding a desolate ancient poem

Me in Poetry and Me Outside Poetry

When both sides are in a humble situation, help each other

The city of strangers

There is a love song.

I was yesterday, I am today.

Continue drifting

The city of strangers

Fill a bowl of muddy rice wine.

I was drunk before, and then I was drunk.

Have nothing to say

The city of strangers

Leave a winter train.

I'm in town, I'm out of town.

All passers-by

Blame me.

I took a rental house and walked over.

A bed of moans, come out.

Bed burning with passion, get out.

It's 0: 00/kloc-0: 00, and I'm on my way back to my rental after work.

The night is so quiet and my steps are so reckless.

A warm little window disappeared.

Fortunately, the light is on again.

The flame behind me, please continue to start a prairie fire.

Iron bed, please still bear the happy cry.

But I still feel guilty.

After working for these years, the bamboo bed in my hometown

It seldom hurts once.

"A? Face "

She is a little over three years old now.

A year ago, I entrusted her to my father-in-law

Go home this time

I brought her some snacks and two new clothes.

Several dog barks knotted at my feet.

My father-in-law scolded the dog and opened the door.

She hid behind her father-in-law's leg.

Stick out a small head and show two front teeth biting your lips.

Smile with your eyes and peek at me.

My father-in-law and I sat down.

Two cigarettes, about a year.

She has been hovering at her father-in-law's knees.

From time to time from the father-in-law's shoulders, armpits, waist

Stick out your little head and smile at me.

I opened the melon seeds and told her to eat them.

My father-in-law pushed her forward, and I made her cry for her father.

She pursed her mouth and looked at my face.

Timidly squeeze out a short voice-dad

Grab a handful of melon seeds and get into my father-in-law's arms.

My father-in-law had something to leave and left her with me.

I held out my hands and said, Come on! Give dad a hug.

She burst into tears.

Nostalgia flower

Li's poems

Lying in the city

Dream? Into the village? fall asleep

A city without spring breeze? You surround yourself.

My loneliness

Not talking? Not language.

Winter in Lingnan

It's hard to find a piece of white fat snowflake.

I can only play it? homesickness

Hanging on the branches of banyan trees

Waiting for a north wind? Don't come every few months.

Oh? Disturbing homesickness flowers

in the heart

One by one? Open all over