Where there is short, good poetry, and prose?!!!

Xi Murong, Xu Zhimo, Artemisia, Ai Qing.

The poems are good.

Smoke and rain and red dust, under the banyan tree, these two ** have.

Is the landlord saying ** or a book?

Write on the exit in winter.

There was no one around, just a person walking quietly on the road to the campus. Stepping on the yellow leaves of that place, it seems that he wants to chase the footsteps of the west wind, but he finds that it is no longer the time when the autumn wind is rising. It's the same, just the scattered leaves.

Winter is indeed coming, some hurriedly, some suddenly, before I have time to see its face clearly, the rolling cold current has already crashed into the chest, with the surge of a heart in love with the north, there are ripples of thoughts. At such a place, at this moment, I suddenly felt the wind and snow in the north, and thousands of miles away, the snow was still white.

Wandering at the intersection, I don't know the direction, the sun at this time, lazily sprinkled, seems to have no temperature, but I feel its shape, less stinging feeling, so soft that I can't pick it up, leaving some paw prints of the northeast wind and dust. Spotted with scars, no one can escape, a lamentation, chanting with you.

I don't know when, the tide of thought fell on the dead butterfly on the windowsill, some people say, butterflies can't fly in the sea, who can bear to blame? With a little helplessness, a lot of sadness, a little melancholy, sighing that the world is impermanent, maybe beauty is always changing. However, in this happy season, the snow in the north should be the dream of those who are in the south of the Yangtze River!

White snow, very poetic, but also beautiful, it is not the feathers of angels falling, falling in the white memory of everyone, covering the prosperity and brilliance of the past. Looking back behind him, those journeys are gradually disappearing, and the only memory left is the snowflakes dancing on the streets. Borrow a dim street lamp to see the distance between each other, is that the distance between heaven and earth?

No one knows, just standing in the snowflakes that are sprinkled, looking for the distance on the horizon, quietly, staring.

Journey after journey, finally at the exit of this winter, quietly walked by, once looked back, but did not take away a flying leaf.

[Prose Poetry Collection].

Love Prose Poems - Seasons of the Maiden 2007-08-10 [Prose Poetry Collection].

If I can't love you, I can't love myself (beautiful prose poems)2007-08-09[Prose poems].

Life and life have long been doomed2007-08-06

A collection of prose poems] can only be tearful and speechless.

Beautiful prose poems2007-08-06

Prose Poetry Collection] Be your red face in the residual heat of love.

All right? Beautiful prose poems2007-08-06

A collection of prose poems] a group of short poems, 2007-07-30

Prose Poetry Collection] Humble (Outer Three) 2007-07-30

Prose Poetry Collection] Strange 2007-07-30

Prose Poetry Collection] Windows 2007-07-30

Prose Poetry Collection] Sunshine Falls on the Face 2007-07-30

Prose Poetry Collection] in the world (outside several) 2007-07-30

Prose Poetry Collection] Dream, still continued2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Written to My Lover2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] 2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Written to a Friend - 62007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] 2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Happiness is a Punishment2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Towards the Distance-32007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Moon 2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Sunset Sleeping on the River2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] The Sound of the Sun Falling 2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Fenghua 2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Pond Tragedy 2007-07-25

I don't understand poetry2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Two People 2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Scenery in the Rain, 2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] waiting for 2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Really [Outer One]2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Night Rain 2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Wind 2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Thoughts Spread 2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Half Moon 2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Fire 2007-07-25

Prose Poetry Collection] Snow Falling from Two Skies2007-07-25

A collection of prose poems] kites.

Drifting into the distance.

Written love on the water.

How many years of passing years have been taken away.

Your fingertips. A notch on my heart.

It is still clearly visible today.

I'm still alive. You're talking about it forever.

Smile and cry.

Watch the lonely flowers bloom.

That's the sadness that everyone knows.

Long embankment.

The leaves of autumn grass have withered and yellowed.

The last cold rain.

What a hypocritical condolence.

It's right across from me.

Standing a lost autumn.

"Lost Autumn".

"I Am a Little River" Feng Zhi.

I am a small river, and I have no intention of bypassing you.

You have no intention of putting your rainbow shadow.

Throw in my soft soft waves.

I flowed through a forest, and the soft waves swayed to the ground.

Put those emerald leaf shadows.

Cut to your dress.

I flowed past a bush of flowers, and the soft waves shimmered.

Put those poignant flower shadows.

Weave into your flower crown.

Helplessly, I finally flowed in, into the merciless sea.

The wind on the sea was fierce, and the waves were wild, blowing the flower crown and shattering the skirt!

I also drifted with the tide, drifting to the boundless place.

Your rainbow-like shadow.

It's the same as the disillusioned Caixia!

When the hometown did not leave the hometown, the hometown was a painting spread on the ground.

I walked around the painting and saw only the distant clouds in the sky.

When I left my hometown far away, my hometown was a hanging painting.

As soon as you look up, you can see that every moon falls, through a thin layer of veil.

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

Farewell Cambridge.

Rain Lane Farewell Kangqiao Stagnant Water Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.