Love's poems

Love's poems

1. "Cemetery by the River"

Notes on visiting the grave of my deceased mother

My knees are a little tight

It’s not like it hurts

It hurts

When I knelt down on the loess

I tried to stretch my wrist

to hold you Hands like thistles

Just had a small rain

I brought a whole river of water for you

Flow from

My eyes where the snow has just melted

I am kneeling.

A sneak peek

A foxtail bush went around the cemetery

In a big circle

Then it returned to the soil where I rested my forehead

I Pull it up by the roots

There is still your warm breath on the beard

2. "Beyond the Smoke"

In The sound of the waves calls your name and your name is already beyond a thousand sails

The tide comes and goes

The shoe print on the left is only in the afternoon

The shoe print on the right is already dusk

June is originally a very sentimental book

The ending is so poignant

The sun sets in the west

p>

You are still staring

The pure whiteness in that man’s eyes

He kneels to you and looks towards yesterday’s beautiful cloud that made the entire afternoon

Hai yo, why are you among all the lamps?

I light up that bewildered lamp alone

What else can I catch?

Your eyes that were once called clouds

are now called

smoke

3. "Peeling Pears at Midnight" < /p>

Cold and thirsty

I looked quietly

On the coffee table at midnight

A Korean pear

That is indeed a pear

with cold tentacles

with shining brass skin

pear

cut open with one knife

There is something hidden in its chest

A very deep well

Trembling

The thumb and index finger lightly Twist it lightly

A small piece of pear flesh

White and innocent

Drop the knife

I bent down to look for it

Ah! All over the floor

My brassy skin

4. "Reading Letters at Midnight"

The Midnight Lamp

Yes An undressed

Small river

Your letter swims like a fish

Reading the warmth of the water

Reading you The moving scales on the forehead

Reading the river is like reading a mirror

Reading your smile in the mirror

Reading bubbles

5. "A Stormy Evening"

A stormy evening

Pass me your cable

I am a small boat without wings

Pass me your arm

I want to enter your harbor, I want to dock

Coming from the wind and rain, my wrists are covered with moss

Oh, let me dock

If the sun rises from your chest

Please move the sunflower outside the window into the house

It also needs suction, also Like me

Like me deeply attracted by you, tied to it

6. "Under the Window"

When dusk decorates the window after the rain

p>

I will detect the depth of the distant mountains from here

Take a breath on the window glass

Then draw a long path with my fingers

< p> And a back figure at the end of the path

Someone is leaving in the rain

7. "Heavy Snow in Hunan"

Presented to Changsha Li Yuanluo

I left in the past

Willow Yiyi

Now I am thinking

Rain and snow are falling

Jun asked The date of return

The date of return has already been written in the rain of the late Tang Dynasty

In the rain of Bashan

And the rain that carries me across my journey

is galloping It took two thousand years to condense this heavy snow

Falling on Dongting Lake

Falling on Yuelu Mountain

Falling in front of your sleepless window

< p> The snow is falling

A complex and simple silence

Silence is also like this

The candlelight on your desk is shining

At first glance Then a gust of cold wind blew up the door curtain

I walked in with my head straight.

Go straight to your study

Look up and look around, the walls are bright

The light of snow dyes my man and eyebrows white

It also dyes them white

The neutral zone of our hearts

Before greetings

Feeling a bit like a world away

Fortunately, the smell of wine on the stove

Gradually getting rid of the historical chill

You said:

Wine is the path back home at dusk

Good! good! I raised my glass happily

and then coughed heavily

A cough with a strong Xiang tone

I was surprised

to rush out of the window. The cold snow

flew away

You and I are together on this snowy night

The world is thousands of miles away and suddenly shrank into a knee-deep inch

The tea tree withered early

The flower has faded

All we have tonight

is just a candle that needs to be cut

Although the candle is short

And the words in the ashes are enough to pile up a history

You often persuade me to drink

The words start from a small red clay stove

The drink is a slight smile

It is a silent sigh

It is a sorrow that wants to be expressed but cannot be expressed

It is a pile of old letters< /p>

It is to boo the coldness of today and ask about the warmth of tomorrow

It is a plate of bacon fried "Poetic Aesthetics"

It is a bowl of crucian carp grilled "A Noon Lotus"

It is the river waves in your chest

It is the waves in my blood

It is a Chu poem that is more beautiful than tears.