Guo Jingming s poems are urgently needed, who knows the poems written by Guo Jingming

It's as if he writes poetry

People are writers for a day, how can they write poetry?

If you listen to Li Yuchun's "Shu Embroidery", the lyrics are written by him, you might as well listen to it, it's quite good.

Guo Jingming's poem "Loneliness" published in 1997 in "Life Sixteen and Seventeen".

It rained heavily for two days and two nights.

It's still down, and it doesn't stop yet.

Through the window, we seem.

Living in a water curtain cave.

It reminds me of a hundred years of solitude.

It had been raining heavily for several years.

Damp room.

Moss grows on his body.

Schools of fish swam up to the rooftops.

On such a rainy day.

We were carrying umbrellas.

Walking down the street and stepping on stagnant water.

We didn't know to go **.

Which one are you talking about? What I give him is a poem on the Happy Camp, and a dream is like yesterday.

How many joys and sorrows of the past.

Shaohua Mirror Pool.

An inch of white snow.

When Moons is cold.

The placket is wet.

Wait until the twilight of life.

Sing the song of the year with you again.

Ten years of a dream is like yesterday.

How many joys and sorrows of the past.

Shaohua Mirror Pool.

An inch of white snow.

When Moons is cold.

The placket is wet.

Wait until the twilight of life.

Sing the song of the year with you again.

"Solitude".

It rained heavily for two days and two nights.

It's still down, and it doesn't stop yet.

Through the window. We are as if.

Living in a water curtain cave.

It reminds me of a hundred years of solitude.

It had been raining heavily for several years.

Damp room.

Moss grows on his body.

Schools of fish swam up to the rooftops.

On such a rainy day.

We were carrying umbrellas.

Walk down the street. Stepping on stagnant water.

We didn't know to go **.

Whose loneliness is dressed in my gorgeous clothes.

Whose gorgeous clothes cover my scarred shoulders?

Whose bright moon shines on my black pine gang.

Whose loneliness frustrates the howling night wind in the mountains.

Whose lonely child is that, with dogwood on his head?

Night after night, indulge in singing.

Such a vast ......

So desolate ......

Who sings the black elegy, who watches over the white village, my mercury, my fireworks, and my black hillside covered with irises.

Lively wind, lonely people.

A clear soul that burns with brilliance.

You are me, a gentle scar that refuses to heal......

Guo Jingming, "The Edge of Love and Pain".

The reflection of the left hand, the youth of the right hand.

Personally, I like it.

I have a secret.

I want every drop of cold rain in the world.

It won't get you.

I have a secret.

I want you to say goodbye to each sad parting.

will usher in a joyful reunion.

I have a secret.

I want to put the rainbow all over the world.

all into your dark heart.

Then take the teardrops from the corners of your eyes.

It all turns into a smile on the corner of your mouth.

I have a secret.

Follow my every heartbeat, every step of the way.

It's like my shadow.

Appears on a moonlit and starry night.

It's like a breath of silence like mist.

Shrouded in my little world.

I have a secret.

Hold it in the palm of your hand all the time.

Carefully like a half-written riddle.

This secret has a simple name.

There is an air of eternity.

My Secret called.

I like you.