Write a poem every day

Write a poem every day

for myself,

Tell yourself what you want to say

In addition to myself,

No one can understand,

Poetry, comfort yourself

Only for myself

Write a poem every day

Give life,

Tell life that everything is beautiful

No conflict, no darkness

Only the stars smile on the grass in the night

And you can lie down and see the world

No time

Never ask for darkness

Never ask for darkness

  Old age, please nirvana at the end of day

  Howling at the dissipation of light

  Although the sage lost to the darkness

  Poetry cannot finally light the sky

  Never ask for darkness

  Sage Dance in Biwan

  Cry for good deeds overwhelmed by the storm

  Howling at the dissipation of light

  Madman likes to praise his father day by day

  Gao Gezhong felt sad lately

  Never ask for darkness


  Blind pupils burst into glory

  Howling at the dissipation of light

  So you, my dying father

  Please hold the last handful of tears

  Please consider the spell, please bless

  I pray, never

  Please rest in the dark, growl

Dissipation of light

If you pay too much attention to the “simple” form, is it not a vanity?

Cynic philosophers were the earliest backpackers. From Antisteni, their costumes were fixed, all with a cloak, a cane, and a backpack. Antistine’s cloak was so fragile that Socrates couldn’t help saying, “I saw your vanity through the hole in your cloak.”


They have a tall body
Hypocritical expression
Indescribable loneliness
They use the most fierce words
Insulting me is different
They hold the shovel of fate
Bury me
I don’t want to struggle
Let the mud cover your throat
Cold eyes
This grotesque world
They laugh
Laugh my life
But they do n’t know
I am a seed
I have been waiting for this moment all my life

Portrait of young poet

The inspiration pulled from the cuff
Endless, you
Walking through long sentences day and night and
In the alley, you
Born old
Although the ambition is still along
Bald edge growth
Take off the dentures, you
More like a child
Write your name on the back
Public toilet wall
Due to stunting, you
Take a few tablets of hormones every day
Make the voice docile
Like the cat next door called Chun
Nine sneezes in a row
Falling on paper, you
Don’t care about repetition
Besides, money may not be clean
But everyone likes it
The fire truck roared like crazy
Remind you to praise
Paid the moon
Or praise those who did not pay insurance premiums
Axe, heavy

More important than thinking
It’s dark, night
Like a frostbitten big toe
That numbness, you
Access to the woods by the road
Will know the guys wearing laurel wreaths
Every tree
Owl with every tree
It’s a headache to meet an acquaintance
They always like to mention the past
In the past, me and you
Everyone is rotten fish


Dream, has not touched my eyes,
The first dawn of the day
It has penetrated into the small window frame …
The heavy thoughts made me sleepless at night,
My heart is exhausted …
The universe is with you,
My heart is full of sorrow! Have heard
The sound of summoning? That is the call of heaven,
The bell sounded on Sunday!

Easter chant

My fellow believers sing in unison, and Bass Celebrates a Good Birthday.

Christ finally won the victory, and the good shepherd had saved the sheep; he turned around and returned to the father’s arms.

Life and death are at war, the duel is terrifying and moving; although the head of life is dead, it has been resurrected.

Maria! Please tell me! What did you see on the road?

[I searched the tombs of Christ in person and witnessed the life of the Lord Rong Guangcai;

See also burial funeral cloths, and messengers who provide evidence;

I expect the Lord Jesus to be resurrected, and He will go to Galilea to meet you. 】

Jesus Christ died and was resurrected, and I firmly believe in it;

May the victorious monarch pity us!

Loneliness is not a state, but a mood

People often regard communication as a kind of ability, but neglect to be alone is also a kind of ability, and in a certain sense is a kind of ability that is more important than communication. On the other hand, it is a pity that you are not good at communication, and impatience and loneliness are also a serious flaw.

Wake up the soul, you have a source of wisdom.

The British philosopher John Mueller said: happiness and satisfaction are two different things. Unsatisfied people are happier than satisfied pigs, and unsatisfied Socrates is happier than satisfied fools. The difference between man and pig is that man has soul, pig has no soul. The difference between Socrates and fools is that Socrates’ soul is awake, and the fool’s soul is asleep