Reed is beautiful only in winter.
Spring has always been a land that does not belong to it.
Some beautiful things can only belong to the past.
In the green and lush forest-like memory
A bird's nest that is good at hiding and disguising is like a skeleton in my closet.
Some beautiful things can only belong to the past.
The rain in midsummer has a good time and a full and mature parting.
Let the fallen leaves die in the decomposition of corruption and still smile.
Some beautiful things can only belong to the past.
A gesture of apology
The sky lanterns rising in Ran Ran witnessed the rolling mountains.
The wick is extremely satisfied with the height of its water level, and the emerald is very pleasing to the eye.
At this time, the sky decided to replace the high blue.
Halfway up the mountain, there is a 90-degree angle, and the height is still deliberately rising and falling.
On Fang Zhouzi's Prose Poems
Fang Gang, born at the grass-roots level in Taiwan Province Province, had no higher education and went out to work to help support his family when he was young. You may not be familiar with this name, but you must know Jay Chou. When you hear the exquisite words and beautiful words in Jay Chou's songs, you should know that these lyrics were written by vincent fang. Vincent Fang is not only an excellent lyricist, but also the owner and editor of a publishing house. Now, I only regard him as a poet.
Fang Gang considers himself a nationalist and is proud that he is a quarter of Hakka descent. His lyrics often involve all kinds of ancient China. In addition to lyrics, he also absorbed nutrition from China's traditional lyrics and created a new poetic style, which was named "Poetry of Su Yan and Jiao Yun".
According to his own definition, "plain face" means a face with pure words, "rhyme poem" is a heart with flowing melody and rhythm, and "plain face rhyme poem" is a school of new poetry aesthetics. According to my personal understanding, the face with pure words means that Wenshan's poems only write China, without pictures, foreign languages, Arabic numerals and even punctuation marks. Rhyme refers to the rhyme of the last word in each line of a poem, which is catchy to read, and the broken sentences in the line can create a sense of rhythm. Vincent Fang, whether writing lyrics or poems, has his own grammar and thinking angle, calling himself "Fang Dao"? Wenshan will meet the sea. " The poems with even and flat rhymes are the truest portrayal of Wenshan customs.
For example, one of Fang's rhyming poems-controlling youth.
I use the first person.
Leave love and hate behind
Copy our script
I use the second person.
Cry in the play
Separated from your favorite human.
I use the third person.
It is too late to describe warmth.
Youth that has turned around
There are no punctuation marks in the whole poem, and it is all done by words. At the end of the line, the words "say, hate, and this" rhyme, and there is a unique way to break sentences between the lines, creating a general rhythm of lyrics. As Wenshan himself said, "In this age of poor poetry, I want to write words like poetry and poems like lyrics." These are the characteristics of "Su Yun Poetry".
Ink-splashing scenery
Seal cutting in this city is in the rainy season.
There is a muddy landscape outside Qingshi City, with rows of tears.
You are a blank parting in my splash-ink painting.
Who will never be painted on the picture?
Youth is like wine.
The fragrance at the end of the rainbow is the winding tide.
There are seven colors that can cross the colorful past.
Egrets are elegantly painted in ink on porcelain in the distant mountains.
This fragile rainy season is beating with the fast-paced drums.
Damp memories in the house are stored and fermented day after day.
I poured a whole box of pornographic past events related to you.
The beauty and fragrance of youth, like wine, are everywhere.
I have sailed the farthest drifting boat.
I twisted the past one by one by moonlight.
Memory is like an extremely slow and insoluble sugar.
Maybe the ebbing waves are too late to dry.
Or maybe I should never have gone ashore in my life.
After years of screening, it can still remain intact on the beach.
There must be some special shape.
For example, fold a newspaper and get ready to sail.
The expanding imagination of my childhood.
Read you a poem.
The eaves after rain are really suitable for wind chimes.
You can see from the window that the sound of the budding wind is very light.
I decided to travel on the cat's eyes.
As a result, all mysteries have become landscapes.
Only hidden things smart enough can grow into dandelions.
Then follow it very carefully without any burden
Because I'm afraid to wake up the person in my dream who only dares to like you.
So I read you a poem.
The movement of opening poetry is very careful and light.
Very light and careful, like cats and wind chimes. I read you a poem.
Laugh at the scenery
Moonlight sounds like a spike, and I lament the pale environment.
It's not just coniferous forest that stings the frame.
And my sadness about lack of oxygen at high altitude.
A proud vulture hovered in front of my eyes, and you raised it.
I'm trying to paint carefully what you gave me with a brush.
The vulture continued to fly low around the mountain with the bridge of the nose, I asked in regret at the corner of my mouth.
How did I finish this work about will?
On the way back to this crowded exhibition hall, I kept quiet.
No one noticed that I was color-coded in the lower right corner of the forest boundary picture
My love, you nailed my voice to the wall.
It's a ridiculous scenery.
Thirty-one hopeless words
A faint cordate telosma describes you in the moonlight.
Even the anger on Su Yan is bright and beautiful.
butterfly
Free bird's eye view of the land in the sky, months of hard work finally paid off.
But began to give up the air of larvae, and the broken memory of pupa climbed up the branches of the past.
After the heavy rain, it is a delicious green.
horrible
Sticky hair and corpse blood were scattered on the broken wall of the waves.
The swollen body is still growing. Shut down the satellite online in South Asia.
Pretend nothing happened. I'm listening to the clay doll
destiny
Smoke smells like wire, winding in the dusk.
My familiarity with you slowly grinds into a sharp blade.
I once cut the cross-section of youth and began to look for the year when I met you.
In the outermost circle, I see that you are closely dependent on each other
It turns out that in this life, I can only be your circle.
Those affairs
How can the afternoon wind be described as a bright moon?
How can the color of flowers take a faint parting?
How to write the so-called melancholy air after writing it?
Finally, until your smile is everywhere in front of me.
Honey, I just started to understand the language of poetry.
Damn alarm clock
Crows in Tokyo are covered with Harajuku hair.
Nara Yoshitomo's squint dolls began to wear short skirts and bubble socks.
Dreams are used to speak for my subconscious
I almost kissed her on the apple cheek.
intellectual
Thousands of years ago, Han Li and I wrote Tang poems together, and I began to write lyrics for you in this life.
The woman who lived in Chang 'an in her previous life is my worry about reincarnation.
The old man said nothing.
Flammable memories formed cobwebs in the woodshed.
Waiting for years to be caring and attentive, that's all.
compromise
The aging wilderness has repeatedly missed the rainy season.
So I gave up the spotless flight.
Don't miss the fallen leaves around you, don't miss the withering in front of you, and don't miss the oncoming snowflakes.
In this world where beauty turns white after all.
Goose yellow first love afternoon
Homework is full of pickles, braiding like us girls.
I spent the whole salty afternoon on the threshing floor exposing those fallacies.
Flatten a crumpled candy paper and secretly think of someone adding salt.
The smell of sawdust scraped by the pencil sharpener is to hook your little finger with the smell of air.
It seems that something has been agreed verbally. When I grow up, time has been trying to whiten my teeth.
Those air-dried childish, young and flat bodies can't squeeze my heart.
Memory in a completely different address, thinking about the next page of the Putonghua exam.
It's easy to turn to the next page.
The language of poetry
Vincent Fang
How can the afternoon wind be described as a bright moon?
How can the color of flowers take a faint parting?
How to write the so-called melancholy air after writing it?
Finally, until your smile is everywhere in front of me.
Honey, I just started to understand the language of poetry.
Jishifang
My sentence broke and diverged in the poetry room.
It is a kind of extremely kitsch sadness.
Continue to indulge in the crown of obscenity
You must keep repeating those pleasant makeup.
When the jigsaw puzzle ceremony of bone removal is passed down from mouth to mouth as a belief
Don't be too surprised by Baixiang.
Only by burning the ashes behind the whole temple can we not see the shape of the style.
We must personally analyze and test those images as fine as dust.
Only in this way can poetry begin to have practical weight.
love you
Reed is beautiful only in winter.
Spring has always been a land that does not belong to it.
Some beautiful things can only belong to the past.
In the green and lush forest-like memory
A bird's nest that is good at hiding and disguising is like a skeleton in my closet.
Some beautiful things can only belong to the past.
The rain in midsummer has a good time and a full and mature parting.
Let the fallen leaves die in the decomposition of corruption and still smile.
Some beautiful things can only belong to the past.
A gesture of apology
The sky lanterns rising in Ran Ran witnessed the rolling mountains.
The wick is extremely satisfied with the height of its water level, and the emerald is very pleasing to the eye.
At this time, the sky decided to replace the high blue.
Halfway up the mountain, there is a 90-degree angle, and the height is still deliberately rising and falling.
Cater to Miscanthus
The white elevation angle of sea level is already the noblest pigment.
Soft-bodied waterfowl struggled to penetrate low in the dark rock.
corners of the mouth
Filter out the last remaining pride as light as a feather.
Apple milk
Open the seawater stored in the refrigerator above the coral reefs in the South Pacific.
Lazy tropics are suitable for taking a nap, and my fresh dreams come to me.
Cats still prefer apples and milk, and like those that are similar to a certain taste.
Your tentacles are so soft that you can't put them down.
Habitual happiness is a sideways angle and just the right psychological state.
The sleeping person on the left is close to the body temperature.
I woke up from the right side of the bed and left with a new tail.
Then I began to prefer apple milk like a cat.
I prefer the mellow cup of the future that you also like better.
Childhood lovers
A lizard on the alert goes in and out of the snake market in disguise.
But ants who buy their weight by the scale can see through its middle and lower layers at a glance.
The sun is so strong that the hot air interferes with its quiet reptilian elegance.
shed a skin
I put on a shady hat with my hands, but I unconsciously added some accents.
After all, you can't get rid of your hometown. Who says four feet hidden in a snake's nest are redundant?
I mistook its probe for a snake lizard, just like I mistook it for my own one.
I carefully opened the mood of the moment when the gravel lizard disappeared.
It's a pity that this seems to be a childish sentence he made many years ago.
After all, I must put on my snakeskin coat again and go back to the reptile market.
And his immaturity is a pity. I used to walk on my feet.
Evidence of
pure
Your simplicity is an independent world.
The clouds there are like warm quilts.
High purity innocence is flowing in the air.
Intimacy flies, and the afternoon wind is as easy to fall asleep as a pillow.
Your simplicity is an independent world.
Love become a butterfly, lovers' consideration of food is endless.
Tenderness is full of Yuan Ye, and thoughts are tightly surrounded like a forest.
In the season of vowing to sow, we will be together for a lifetime in a blink of an eye.
Your simplicity is an independent world.
People who love transparency in the crowd can see through several people in a row.
Moderately curly sadness
The choir looks like a file crossing, but it is not.
Or the gospel itself should be slightly changed.
So as not to leave any unconscious walls.
A fixed dream ends with a convergent confession.
In an empty square, anyone should lie moderately.
They continued to tear down the cloister to avoid distorting the formal romance.
The bell is close to below zero, and the concrete line is very beautiful.
Goethe's compulsion is equivalent to the church, and of course it also includes stained glass windows.
What else is in this name?
Some words just make people sick and depressed.
By the fountain nearest to God in the promised land.
You need to throw a moderately curly sadness to make a wish.
Poetry was cast aside at that time.
How to make a clever apology?
A carefully folded tone after repeated consideration.
Most of the lethality was avoided before unpacking.
The elegant and handsome handwriting on an elegant and plain letter
Maintain a perfect ratio between the receiver and the sender.
Breaking up can be so beautiful.
Broken packing in storm rock wall
Thinning over and over again, those flustered past.
Until I show that I don't love you anymore.
It turns out that in the hands of the poet, the tears of parting in his heart are conical.
But it can be very shallow light.
Change your mind
On the day when you are sure to leave.
I began to look up boredom in my typing dictionary.
On page 237, it is painted on the edge of gold.
I only found two words fresh.
individual
About hearing, and the subconscious is the same world.
Just as an engagement cannot be filled out unilaterally.
Crabs that are used to running wild are beyond the comprehension of fish swimming in a straight line.
Rhyme game
Everyone who knows me knows a secret.
This story always has a foreshadowing.
Usually, the emotions brewed by self-assumptions are sorted out first.
Then write down two Chinese characters with melodramatic style.
Tears or flower season
Pitch adjustment for each next phrase.
The gap between them is actually very deliberate.
Deliberately please the order of reading.
All this is to make the ending look more powerful.
Of course, the middle of the story still needs polishing.
Say a few words from a sad point of view
Sigh or leave
Such elaborate design
Is it just to let the story see Lulai?
Self-righteous beauty
No, actually, all my efforts are piled up.
Pile up these rhyming words.
Just to make the last sentence, the last sentence.
The last sentence is impeccable love you.
The so-called abstraction
You feed a frozen love poem to the strange wind outside the door.
The news from the dumb mouth is that the familiar Nianguan is still on the way home.
The temperature that is not trusted can't digest the prosperity that I have never seen before.
The handwriting on the card began to be tortured.
His Christmas wishes that year were too general.
Commitment should refer to an abstract time and space.
Time should not be described in such a concrete way.
The winter of Christmas that year has been hidden in the crowd.
Over the years, it has accumulated into insoluble pain.
No matter how it is thawed, it is difficult to restore the original pure water content.
And your injury is so easy to understand.
You tried to slow down the clock on Christmas Eve in this city of fire and silver flowers.
Try to make everyone who receives Christmas cards stop unpacking.
Because loving you forever is a rainbow that will disappear as soon as the rain stops
A cashed gift
The bottle body is an old camel-shaped nostalgia residue on the glass surface.
Vaguely, there is a playground in the afternoon. Class a, grade six recites the text.
For many years, grocery stores have been developing in the direction of black and white photos.
Candy cans are so thick that those outside who can't afford our memories can only be spectators.
I can only taste your sweet smile in a lot of colorful wrapping paper.
Because at the beginning, whoever likes whose handwriting is only suitable for touching with a pencil.
The city's photosynthesis blurs any face that wants to have a memory.
So I used my time to raise a pool of hibiscus.
I just want to have a better description of unrequited love.
At the same time, I stirred up the smile on your mouth.
Start thinking of you in a sticky way.
Secrets are carefully followed, and I deliberately show my flaws to relax your reserve.
You reach out and grab a hand full of love from the glass bottle.
Everything should belong to your dream in an accurate proportion years ago.
wrinkle
I use the first person to describe my past love and hate.
Copy our script
I cried as the second person in the play.
Separated from your favorite human.
I have no time to describe it in the third person.
Youth that has turned around
The distance before the first kiss
Is homogenized into the smell of wheat color.
Out of the ultimate relationship with Snow White
I am gradually getting used to this warm and slightly sour weather.
And the strain is not yet fully mature.
There is no extra aging experience to rely on.
Green diary planted on the grassland
The epidermis tries to form an oily green color.
This plant was finally turned over in summer.
Gene transfer belonging to flowering details
It is developing nervously.
Spoiled person
A cub roams freely on its soft breasts.
The story of weaning northland is about to sprout.
I'm sure all the snow has shaken off the top of the mountain.
Then the scope of doting began to converge on a large scale.
Yes, daisies are fragile by name.
The birch forest embraces wayward hunger all spring.
The cubs continue to walk on the expanding territory outline.
And the corner I'm standing in is at stake, and I enjoy it.
A very delicate portrait
Spying at high latitudes sometimes leads to lack of oxygen and can't stir your wings.
Pure long-distance bird's eye view of the moonlight under the whole vegetation can only be used
imagine
Therefore, the attitude should go down again. It is said that the bottom humus is in love.
Very nutritious
Rotten wood covered with moss is used as a bridge across a pond covered with duckweed.
Leech walked by the fern tree and ate a piece of dinner carefully.
Secret love in the shade is suitable for carrying light gently and appropriately in the damp.
shady and cool
On the rotten wood bridge, I used a magnifying glass to examine where the ants had just passed.
And my delicate love for you.
Style of the wind
Colors that can't even keep up with speed
The reason is that the Northern Lights are too similar to the Milky Way.
Scavengers are eager to define garbage in their definitions.
So as to consolidate and strengthen the role they can only play.
Because it is impossible to measure the depth of field of the soul and the desire for creation.
So they refused to examine whether they had any weight.
Happy singing, without any shape.
So far, the only thing that can't be cut is the style of the wind.
The best shape is transparent.
Or let the wind decide the right direction in the valley to block those sounds.
After all, I still travel by the wind, and most of my concerns have come true.
boundary
Love that stays in the treetops without shelter is already the best form.
Transparency of
Young people who were put out by fire were poured into fixed containers day and night.
Then in the forest, the seeds are required to be hard during germination.
Now you are the only one who cares about how many centuries the gravel has taken.
transparent
Diamond is a kind of work, which can only be shown off and published if it is unearthed after being squeezed again.
Finally, I walked out of the forest and accepted how to make glass from you.
seal a letter
Start heating, refining, extracting, transparent to unconsciously cross love.
This is a misunderstanding.
I hate writing casually, which is the sorrow of my soul.
Sighing easily is the tragedy of a heart full of tears.
Listen to him. I really love you.
Don't regret our memories.
I can grow old instantly without hesitation.
So these superficial words bet something rhyming.
There is a beautiful name called love.