Who knows the poems written by Guo Jingming

Warm City》

The pretentious thermometer winks

I breathe with my cracked skin in hot water

What do I breathe

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What is breathing in me

Is it the heavy rain

Or the faded parting

The city is dark but I am white

Is this an arrangement made by God when he is bored

Or is this your exhausted soul

Ask me for debt

The city will collapse and the city will be cold Drop

The city will grow old slowly like me

Will it still be the same then

You walk on your single-plank bridge

I sing my sunset tune

Who knows, who knows

God smiles ambiguously in the bathtub

The heart is cold but the mercury is high

What is causing a fever in loneliness this winter

Are you laughing or do you want to cry

But the corner of your mouth was moved unintentionally

Like a crescent moon Also like a knife

Kill my grandma Qiao

Kill my Nian Nujiao

The cherries are red and the bananas are green,

You walk on your single-plank bridge,

I sing my sunset tune.

Whose loneliness is like a knife;

Kill my grandma Qiao,

also kill my Nian Nujiao.

Amidst the lights and the sound of oars, the sky is still cold and the water is still cold.

The silk and bamboo sang softly in the dream,

The building is outside the building, the mountain is outside the mountain, and the people outside the building and the mountain have not yet returned.

Before the person returns, the geese look back and have already crossed the River of Forgetfulness.

The man playing the piano has tears all over his shirt,

The flowers are blooming and falling all over his shoulders.

It fell all over the shoulders, the sound of the flute was cold, and the window shadow was dim.

In the sound of smoke and oars, where is Jiangnan?

East Road, West Road, South Road,

Wulipu, Qilipu, Shilipu.

One step forward, one step forward, one step lazy.

In an instant, the sky is dusk, the sun is dusk, and the clouds are dusk.

The setting sun spreads all over the ground, and looking back creates smoke.

No, there are countless mountains, countless waters, and countless feelings.

Tide

I have never seen the sea in winter.

So no matter how you describe it on the phone, I can’t imagine it.

Why didn’t you say, let’s go see it together next time?

Night

The long dark night is like a silent waiting monster.

It is so big that it can swallow everything without making a sound.

My love for you, my affection for you, my disregard for you, my occupation of you, all seem to sink into the silent abyss.

There are not even fish swimming there.

There is an empty and cold dark sea.

Pearl

There was a thorn in the heart.

The painful tears tried to wash away the thorn over and over again.

But in the end, I could only wrap it up in vain.

Layer upon layer of shining tears solidified into pearls on the beauty’s neck.

The pearl is the thorn that once pierced the heart.

Desire for exclusivity

I want to turn you into a dog I raise, and I can touch you, kiss you, and hug you all the time.

I want to tie you up with a chain.

I want to hang a sign around your neck that says "I only love my master".

"The Silence and Longness of This Life" From "The Most Reflective Moment" March 2009

I have thought of many reasons why we can be separated, distance, disease, war, and finally A terrible death.

These births, old age, illness and death, like the unchangeable spring, summer, autumn and winter, confront us silently over the years.

I have thought a lot about what it will be like when I lose you.

In fact, it is not that scary. It is still the same as my life many years ago, eating alone, sleeping alone, and waking up alone in the middle of the night.

That day you and I were bored watching TV in the hotel. On the Discovery Channel, an antelope died, and another one stood beside it the whole time, neither leaving nor looking forward to the dead one. , it just stood quietly, watching the sunset in the distance.

Just like its partner, it has not actually left.

It is waiting, and after a while, it will stand up again.

Stand with it again.

"Even if I am old, I still want to be with you." You stared at the TV screen and murmured in the dusk as warm as quicksand.

"Loneliness" (This is Guo Jingming's maiden poem, written when he was in the second grade of junior high school.)

It rained heavily for two days and two nights

It's still raining

No intention of stopping yet

Through the window

We seem to

live in a water curtain cave

Reminds me of One Hundred Years of Solitude

The heavy rain that fell for several years

The humid room

Moss grew on the body

A school of fish swam up to the roof

On such a rainy day

We were holding umbrellas

Walking on the street

Stepping on Standing water

We don’t know where to go

"I hope"

I hope that every winter, even the streets have heating, so I don’t need to Wearing thick clothes is not cool, but you should wear thick clothes;

I hope that every time I go shopping, there will be something that makes me want to buy it for you;

I hope that when you have nightmares, I happen to be next to you, and I hope that when I can’t sleep, I can watch you sleeping soundly next to me;

I hope that when you miss me, you can Send me a text message, call me, or come to me by plane, I will definitely be very happy;

I hope I can hold you every day;

I hope We don’t want a cold war;

I hope you will always be jealous of me;

I hope I can help you blow dry your wet hair after washing every day. I'll cut your nails;

I hope we both use the same perfume, I hope you smell like me;

I hope you spend most of your day Use it to think of me, even when you are working;

I hope that when you are sick, I will be the only one taking care of you, and everyone else will get out of here.

I hope that you will love me all the days when I love you, and I hope that such days will never pass;

I hope to accompany you to the end of the horizon, the end of time. The end.

I hope you really love me.

A dream in ten years feels like yesterday,

So many joys and sorrows happened in the past.

The pool in the mirror of Shaohua,

an inch of white snow.

When I accompany you to weather the cold,

The skirt of your clothes gets wet when you play it.

When the twilight of life arises,

I will sing the same song as before with you.

9.25 Happy Camp

I am not Hou Yi, I don’t have a bow and arrows

That winter was the flying Prajna

You open A bright but broken stem of three memories

Whose silence took away whose colorful clothes

Who refused to call the curtain and who will always stage prosperity

Hidden One, two, and three broken flowers blossomed out of the desolation below

Endless memories bloomed, crowded with angels with blurred faces

A country without melancholy is full of tall grass of melancholy

The years lost in the tall grass follow the birds flying south

Mohe is north of the North Star

The broken strings darken the tomb of the soul

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And I am a hunter of lost memories standing in the wind from ancient times

There is no way forward and no way back

Chang'an< /p>

The long sword has been broken long ago

In the Jiangnan Pavilion in the wind and rain at night

The swordsman is drunk and I am not drunk yet

The red powder has left, why am I Don’t go

It’s raining heavily outside the window

The rain is heavy and it hurts the pagoda

The pagoda cries and cries and it hurts the lonely fence

Fence Under the green gauze of Chang'an

Under the green gauze of Chang'an

My burning peach blossom

The Daming Palace fell but I am still standing

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The Daming Palace collapsed and woke me up silently

Who is crying and crying and extinguishing the Buddha lamp

Who is laughing and laughing and forgetting this A City of Glass

Who is asking behind the tassel

You are not hungry or thirsty in a foreign land

Whose soul is behind the dragon chair

Looking down at thousands of lonely people

I am very tired and I want to go home

But my home, where are you?

Is it the desert? Or is it a thousand-year-old desert? The yellow sand

Is it Tianya or the black hair behind Tianya

In front of me is the white horse that I once laughed at the west wind

At my feet are the peach blossoms that you have twirled with your fingers

I said I was leaving, I drew my sword out of its sheath

Are you afraid that I will kill you?

You said, then you go, you take off the hairpin

Kill me, do you feel bad

Blessings from the snowy land

1

Tonight is New Year’s Eve

Yes Big clouds are floating across Tibet

Floating across the grassland

My past has passed through the years

I heard Yang Jinma’s loud singing

Singing brings the moon to light

The gleaming light shines on my bride

I wear the moonlight clothes with my gorgeous clothes

My beautiful clothes cover them

My shoulder is scarred

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I saw a camel’s skull that was crying quietly

It was filled with Blood and yellow sand

It said to me

I want to go home, I want to go home

Mom is waiting for me tonight, New Year’s Eve, today is Chinese New Year

3

Whose voice sings my song

My black song

Floating across the black river lying flat on the ground

Some mercury, some fireworks

And my black hillside covered with iris

4

I saw the beautiful Namtso< /p>

It is waiting for someone as peaceful as the evening bell on the horizon

What else I don’t know

I only see its vast expanse of blue waves

The black mountains surging out of the ground

Squeezed into thin and long silver palm prints

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Whose voice sings my Li Song

The bride’s body was carried up the hillside by the moon

My Gesang, my Shura

Who sang the dirge

Part 2 When it snows, children start running

Camels start looking

The seven stars indicate

the direction in which the dirge is coming

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I broke a black clay pot

People say

Every year is safe and sound

So I know

< p>It turns out that the snowy land also has blessings

Landing with the heavy snow

Just like my black song

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p>The length of the universe or the sky

The second hand or the dimness of the breath

You stop in the void

You sleep peacefully in your destiny

You wake up gently in the shadow of a huge hourglass

The gaps in life are filled with compassion

And you are in this indifferent world

The dream is filled with compassion The fog blows into threads

The rain slowly breaks through the world

The frozen wasteland is left at the end of the world

The light sings the killing into poetry

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Falseness decorates despair into prophecy

Despair then pushes destiny further into the distance

"Annihilation"

"Until the first heart grows in the Garden of Eden Bodhi, we have learned to be lonely

Searching in the Swan Lake, searching,

In the end, everyone has the ending "

Which bridge section do we meet. You

The fiction of wings and the teasing of strings

The giant beast in the dream opens its white eyes

Breathes out the clouds that fill the sky and the sea and turn into rain Accumulate into snow and frost

Pile up the shape of emotions

Which wall does this bridge lead to and what is behind that wall

Who is there? The sky lowers its gentle eyes

They say god is a boy

They know the color of dreams, they know my secret, they know what time the playground closes

They know the school How many windows are open in the corridor now

Does that naughty boy know that you have a pair of sad wings behind your back?

Autumn is the season of sadness

The secret of the fallen leaves covering the earth’s crust is that you can’t even hear your breathing.

The light wandering in the dense forest

Illuminates your side face half brightly and half darkly

I am gradually getting sad

I am afraid that the other half of you and the other half of yourself will go to a place where the light does not shine

-Do you want to go with me?

--Okay, where should I go with you?

--My home

--Where is your home?

--Over there !

You gently raised your hand and drew a river between you and me that can never be crossed again

A long, deep, rapid, long river of time< /p>

The strings you pull when you are lonely

Become a dense crowd of clouds facing the blue sky

Tumble into painful thoughts

Then support Break the sky

I am here again

I am willing to give up the world of living together day and night

I am willing to give up beautiful clothes and beautiful candies

Willing to give up the good times and years

I am not willing to give up on you either

But I want to ask you that I am already here in your home

You Why do you still keep looking up as you did before?

"Looking for Heaven"

I lean down and stare at you in heaven

Just like you are looking at me with a little sadness

I am looking up to you from Jiuquan

Just like you are standing in the wilderness

Looking up to you The once holy ideal

One day I will come back

Bring back the fragrance of kapok and redbud all over my body

Bring back our sparkling good times

Then tell you

I have found heaven