This is the last chapter of this book.,Don't write another ending speech.,Although this story is complete.,But I don't want to deceive myself after the end.,The four-and-a-half-month writing process ends here.,The story of the next book continues.,Creativity and conception have been perfected.,Officially released in September.,It's more sour than this one.

I've probably been writing ancient poetry intermittently since I was in junior high school, I didn't understand anything at that time, imitating Li Du or something, I didn't know anything at first, because I didn't understand, but what I wrote was unexpectedly catchy When I went to high school, I began to systematically study the phonology of language, and began to pay attention to plainness, and I wrote all the rubbish after the college entrance examination, and I began to write blindly, and sure enough, it was more interesting to write blindly

Nocturnal Walk: Summer of the Full Moon

Ask where you are in the morning

The mountain village is like day, and the white road is in between.

Fish Beauty

Marry a little mermaid at night and sew a blouse in front of the lamp.

The wind gives birth to still water, and the moon is faintly rippling.

March

There is no grass in March, and it is slightly cold at dusk.

No wonder the birdsong invades early dreams, and the drizzle hypnotizes people.

Spring 2011.

Stick note

The old branches are full of birds in spring, and the new trees are late in the wind.

The green smoke leads to the cloud track, and the rain falls into the long court.

Spring 2010.

Listen to Tchaikovsky in front of the window

The wild wind is obscure, the purple sound is scattered, and the green rhyme is turbulent.

Helpless in the ears, the old firewood was too noisy, and it turned into rain.

Autumn 2009.

City Lights

The grass of DJI is called the north.

The silver star spotted moon is called the south.

Wildflowers bloom in the south, which is called the Void River.

The south shines on the north, which is called the world.

The town drizzled last night,

Lonely and sleepless, tossing and turning.

Genesis

God holds the pen.

The gods are washed, and the Milky Way is faint.

The starlight is faint, but the flood is gone.

The sunset is silent, beyond the light.

Everything is ignorant, and the voice of the trainer is watched.

In this way, humanity to:

Born in the night, and flourished in the wilderness.

The body is beautiful, and the wings are redundant.

2011 Birthday.

Snow walking improvised

The flowing water crosses the bridge to comb the spring grass, and the fast birds pass through the forest to create a new nest.

The rotten green vines invade the ancient road, and only the flowers are separated by the wall.

Snowstorm

Night Walk 2: Answer the host's questions

The cold wind goes straight to the ancient trees, and the light snow warms the red windows.

Travelling to the forest house, you can borrow a night.

Night Walk 3: Chongqing Snow Forest

The ice lake is covered with dreams and the fish are warm at dusk, and the trees are rolling in the clouds and the sky is cold.

The wind whispers for a long time, and the night is quiet, and the shadow confuses the light and the candle.

Ye Lao Chen hunts not late, and the secluded forest is covered with snow and looks shallow.

There is no hunting in the shallow, who bent his shoes into the deep forest?

Underwater Village 2: New Discoveries

The morning fog invaded the window gaps, and the dawn broke the water.

The fisherman's new wild crossing, the long lost lake.

Spring Dream 2: Floating Life

The butterfly wings are revealed, and there are no snow warblers in the residual flowers.

A cry of spring dawn, full of green and bright.

Spring Dream 3: Poetry of Spring

Spring is still early, the wind is sparse, and the dense cold is even small.

The hidden mist is not encountered, and the warm stream is frightening.

The meandering water is wild and hidden, and the flowers are reversed into the deep forest.

The sparse leaves are obliquely supporting the morning light, and the dense forest is as green as black.

The chirpin did not know its sound, and covered its face and turned to frolic.

Attracting guests to walk, the secluded purple lake comes out.

The fine silver is bright and green silk, the thin flower shadow, and the fragrance is moving.

Turn to the lake, cross the hut,

Three miles behind the house, a slope of grass is full of clouds and low.

The east slope is warm, and the flowers are airy.

Swallows are low-skimming and are not jealous of bees and butterflies.

But stealing, bursts of spring thunder, and the branches command the song in the rain.

Meandering in the rain, meandering in the rain

The water is silent, and the leaves are silent.

Meandering in the rain, meandering in the rain

Butterflies bathe in the heart of flowers, flowing fragrant and wet grass ridges.

Meandering in the rain, meandering in the rain

The breeze moves the silk dream, and the perfume beads the eyebrows.

Drunk lying on the north of the east slope, obliquely weaving smoke raincoat.

The song never wakes up:

Gradually hearing about the old couple,

Call the girl to pick flowers back.

Shiju

The wide river is lost in the northern plains, and the straight wind enters the deep fields.

There are scholars who live in the loess under the wind, when will they go straight to the smoke?

Owl 4: Nirvana

I don't know where I came from, I don't know where I'm going.

There is no situation in the map, and there are clouds and mud in the retreat.

If you don't walk alone, you are born different.

The golden skin is covered with blue wings, and the torch eyes are lost.

If you don't sing, there will be no trace, and if you don't fall, you will be empty.

The wings open to eliminate the disadvantages of the day, bow down and walk low at night.

The anger burns the sea, and the brilliance is sprinkled and leveled.

I don't know where you are, when will you be born empty!

Pianist of the sea

The clouds pierce the rain and drain, and the waves wash the wind and flow.

The glass is shining, the old ship is rotten, and the water is far away and the eyes of the blue sea.

Leaving the dream, a boat.

Film critics

Flowers don't sleep

The dark fragrance faintly weeps female, and the water bones and grass skin are not shuttered.

Swaying crimson and shy, snow dreams, flowers never sleep.

Beauty hates few friends, and when they meet, they talk to each other in a cold night.

Zhijun went to the spring scoundrel, and a red fell and thousands of flowers bloomed!

Fishing boats sing late

The old boat fishes lightly in the west, and the children float in the river to complain and eat.

The glow is oblique through the purple geese, and the birds are fairy tale poems.

A scene of cooking smoke and cloud rice, only to forget that the loose fish has not sleeped.

Jiang Zi is monopolized, and Shanxiu is speechless.

The fishing boat sings late, and the moon is stargazing.

Sleepy with the waves, I want to come to see it alone in my dreams.

Sleep peacefully, any night, the autumn rain will disappear.

Sunrise over the sea in San Andreas

Sneaking pregnancy in the light of night is about to come to day, and the holy city is sleeping and soaking in purple.

The long car is sluggish, and the fog blows through the forest.

Through the forest and looking at the sea, the boat is robbed on the shore, and the water and wind are far away.

The fog covers the moon and the night is cold, and the morning dew is slightly invaded by the sea.

Far away from a line of dark orange wipe, the wonderful pen coloring arc is even.

Wen Hong is a cute and shy bath girl, and Huaguang's first love is smiling.

The poet has not finished writing this sentence, and the sunrise has rushed into the clouds.

The sea water is burning and the rainbow rises, and the morning glow relieves the jade inlaid with gold.

The long journey is still depressed, and the world is bright through the clouds.

The illusion of blue and green mountains stands, and the light of the building is mirage and the sea and sand are coming.

Follow the poor to a thousand miles, and life is like stopping the water and full of green pings.

The poet broke the boat,

The world sinks with it.

Walking in the clouds

Morning travel is still hidden,

The water is still and the grass is green.

Thousands of miles of stars are scarce and the moon is gone,

The mountain lantern and his party helped the night into the sky.

Drinking alone at night is like walking in the clouds,

Green grass knows Qingming Road.

The frost invades the clouds and is full of light,

The night soaked colorful sheep out.

Who commands the whip to burn the horse's strength,

The desert has its own shepherds.

The shepherd has no real face,

Love horses stubbornly tread the dust.

Straight light and sunset,

The snow is piled up, and the paving is reckless.

The bobsleigh is not as slow as a gentleman's stroll,

Leaking vomit and the sun gently banged on the window.

The night on the other side of the skylight is not bright,

Wet in cold rain all the way.

Valley of the Wind

Green bamboo in front of the door, green bamboo behind the house.

Stubborn and not poetic, because he lives in the Valley of the Wind.

Open the cloud road for a long time, and shout softly to grab the sound of geese.

Rain erodes the valley, peels off the mountains and dews the edges.

There are dwellers strolling under the valley, and it is popular to go all the way to Qingcheng.

The wind enters the valley and flows with a mountain of Guixin.

The lower field blows flat, and the smoke sinks along the valley.

The bamboo dance is full of green, and the pine is drunk and the sea is born.

The barren grass is high and full of paths, and there are pedestrians in the parting lanes.

I don't know who is relieved? The wind kissed in shame.

The sad face invaded the coolness, and turned over my clothes.

I was blown up by the wind

The long wind comes out of the wilderness, and there is no intention of cooking smoke.

The withered grass creeps with the homeland, and the drunken dust snake rises into the yellow sky.

Shi Junjue has gradually turned over his clothes, and he has been in body for 20 years

Momentarily powerless, let the wind blow!

I'm blown up by the wind!

This wonderful gentleman is gone, and the dust and smoke are gone.

The red field burns the autumn color, and the white clouds wash the blue.

I'm blown up by the wind!

Those who see it don't ask each other, and the people of Qiufeng are busy.

The wheat field turns over the soft waves, and the grass is fragrant.

I'm blown up by the wind!

Chu Chu is ashamed of the female goose, smiling at the evening clouds.

The clouds shine on the maple spontaneously combusted, burning the embers and falling leaves, and the colorful butterflies flew according to it.

I am blown up by the wind, and I will speak to you when I see it.

He really blows up every day, and it never sets!

August 2 was stormy

Sit in the forest with your father, wanting to catch fish in the forest.

The sun burns the dead wood, and the mountain wheat flows golden.

Suddenly, the clouds rolled up and the wind came up in the sky.

Carry the river for rain, cut the sun and shine.

The vertical chain drills into the ground, and the ground spits thunder.

The thunder came out and shook the sky.

Hold the dead wood with your father and flow into the great wilderness ocean.

Heaven and earth are not divided, and chaos has the fragrance of wheat.

Hungry and looking for wheat,

I don't want the torrent to be angry and angry.

I didn't see my father when I turned around, and I didn't say anything when I called my father.

Seeing the mother's white scarf, it was difficult to breathe when I cried,

The chest is splashed with blood,

It made me stunned in bed and mourning dreams.

Smell the fragrance of the mother's morning cooking,

The wind and rain are like a dream.

Ask the Father where he is going,

The early fishing has not yet returned.

There is no snow in the sky

One

There has been no snow in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time, and I don't know how white the world is.

Two

The rotten water is cut off from the dream, and the dry wind enters the river.

The rain is dry and the wheat fields are thin, and there is no snow in the mega years.

Three

There is snow in the clouds for a long time, and occasionally the white sand is leaked unintentionally.

Overnight, I was happy to open the window to see, only to say that the frost was heavier than others.

Four

When the snow finally fell, Shanshan was quite beautiful.

The swaying is like a flocculent, and the hesitation is low.

A rage dances in the air, and it goes straight down to the sky.

Five

Xu is wind is weak, and he wants to go to Meiyu.

Mei lives by the water, and a river loses a river of snow.

It is difficult to walk on the snow for a long time, and it is easy to be single to enjoy the plum.

Mei lives in the mountains, and the visitors call themselves living snowmen.

Six

The vast snow river embraces the white bank, and thousands of miles of softness into the morning window.

The mountains are early and snowy, and the valley is long white, and the peaks and ridges are blue.

The village of Huwan turned back and disappeared, and it was flat and lonely, and it was vast.

Seven

The wind opened the cloud warehouse to send the snow in person, and the night danced wildly and disappeared.

The ground is paved with clouds and the sky is a net, and a dream disappears the sun and the moon.

Eight

Children fell from the building crying and laughing, and the snow crushed the wood to make firewood.

The father was silent in the ice lake for a month, and the brother and sister-in-law returned with tears for thousands of miles.

Nine

Heavy light and one yang finger, long time without the world!

The river is full of thin ice like waking up from a dream, and a mountain of spring snow laughs at the fish pond.

Two points of sorrow and three points of go, thousands of dreams of fishing and thousands of wet.

Ten

The sound of the wind window overnight is like iron, and it is known that Yuncang helps people choose things and open up another epsom.

The vast hunger and cold are gone, and the plains are thousands of miles away.

The slight fire is endless, this dream is swaying, and there is no snow in the world.

Snowstorm

Flower City

The grass of Pingchuan is shallow and the sky is low, and the Japanese Tibetan inlaid with translucent color gathers.

The girl in the clouds stepped on the horse, and asked Hua Chengjun with a smile if he went?

Chunke

The shore pushes the boat away from the floating wine, and the spring boat gets drunk into the heart of the river.

A few strokes of far ink absorb the water near to make the boat trip to Taojing Village.

Chunke Sifan

The mountain is shallow and the boat is moving

fade away a piece of landscape painting, and the trance fireworks shine on people's homes

Tired of not knowing the shore, the axis is near the moon and the mountain

The spring guest returns

The waves comb the boat and the sun is slanting, and the grass is withered in the mountains.

The green-brown is undulating, with occasional clouds.

Far away from the water, the sky is colorful, the flat water gold dances, and the candle shines to the evening.

The peak ridge is gradually dyed with eroded varnish, the moon girl is shy and hidden, and the son is inked.

The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and the sound of oars is vast and the lake is flat.

Izumo no Moon

If the clouds are lost in the autumn moon, if the beauty is not seen, the swordsman walks alone.

At night, the raindrops are full, and the fog is wet and the lights are clear.

Clear the hidden place of the building, and the nickname repeats the insect chirping.

The beauty is lonely, and I don't know what I know

The full moon comes out of the dark window, and the autumn water is flat during the day.

Midsummer night in the mountain dwelling

The pillow is cool and dreamy, and the night is broken without a trace

Talking about the hidden building, the starlight is drunk, and the people in the dream are awake

The skirt is unintentionally flowery, and the viewer does not return at night.

The stars and the moon are quiet for thousands of miles, and they are powerless to repeat a thousand lines.

Under the tree, the elm money weaves the moon shadow, and the leaves are skillfully protected against the wind.

The moon is quiet and the lake is quiet, and the mountains are rippling with the wind.

The princess of the earth is a daughter, and tonight is a thousand gold.

The side door grass folds the winding path, and the left road leads to the pond drum frog singing.

Where is the end of the world, sleep together.

Shame is the rhyme, the shame of the star, the lone moon hangs in Tianjin.

Junior high school clumsy

Rogue Rider

One

Extinguish the sun and bathe the water, and strayed into the thousand mountains.

The wind sweeps the big trees and bends the poplars, the green leaves soar together, and the green rivers fall.

A thought of the wind dwells, a water and air, and a blue ripple.

Two

The wind pushes the sea and strikes the day,

The shore soothes the waves and disturbs the sorrow of a thousand years old.

The boat is disregarded, swaying and dreaming, and the floating gully is drunk and hanging.

Jiaoguan Sun Dance, after people bow to the waves, smile at the cow in the mirror.

Three

The peaks and clouds are strange and angry snow, and the sky is misty and light yarn.

The flat mirror hangs in the deep clouds, a river is clear and beautiful, and the two mountains are long.

And ask those who enter the clouds, regardless of the water and sinking clothes.

The sunset does not perceive the things in the water, and Shencai is still half a mountain.

The floating shadow is dipped in the light to frighten the thin waves, a cloud dream, thousands of miles of twilight.

I don't know where you are, it's like being in the middle of the water.

Junior high school clumsy, later deleted

Mountain dwelling

One

The long peaks are surrounded by clouds, the wilderness is barren, and the trail is metaphysical.

Passers-by are unknown, and the green chestnut picks the hawthorn yellow.

The distant peaks are thundered, the sky is full of water, and the waves between the mountains.

Although the grass and trees are abundant, the rain does not hide the goats.

Two

Close to the wet grass road, the distant peak is hidden and floating.

The rain guest loses the green valley, and the pine forgets the loneliness.

The wind and rain are sparse and buoyant and exhausted, and the pen and ink are rolling.

It is said that the mountains must be crazy, and the mountains are silent and cold.

Three

Jun Ben is a mountain person, and he doesn't know what is going on in the mountains.

I have the intention to take advantage of the glow to paint the autumn mountains, but the grass and trees are helpless because of the wind.

Junior high school clumsy, later deleted

childhood

The sunset slips into the stars and hides the moon.

The beauty of the ink is scarce, and the hair flows smoothly.

The little ghost walks timidly and alone, and does not cover the night with one hand.

Ji Shan has no tiger, and he dreams and phases.

Faintly stepping behind him, it is difficult to distinguish between dreams and dreams

Ono retreated sharply and bowed low.

The shadow of the old grave tree is more like a human and more like a non-human.

Wild words enter his tomb, and the angry ghost does not know the king.

The mother is afraid of the dark, and she is brave and brave.

When you step on the night when you change it, you will have to help your little sister. kiss

Ten years of lonely long nights, silently chuckling at the idiot.

Laughter is also exclusive, and every step is also poetry.

High school clumsy

Nima is not enough for 4,000 words, well, let's get a manuscript of modern poetry to make up the number.

God 1: Genesis

God holds the pen.

The gods are washed, and the Milky Way is faint

The starlight is faint, but the flood is gone

The sunset is silent, beyond the light

Everything is ignorant, and the voice of the trainer is watched

In this way, humanity to:

Born in the night, and flourished in the wilderness

The body is beautiful, and the wings are redundant

God 2: Polar Night

This world of the polar night, the forsaken and the mad

In the lonely noise, you hear the ring-shaped singing

They were naked, surrounded in circles

Unknown you

This is the age of boiling blood

There is no flame, we will burn ourselves

From our shriveled bodies, burn to the palaces of the gods

The people who are about to be illuminated are glimpsed in the night

Your name

The polar day has come

God 3: Polar Day

The scorching sun fell from the skylight and stopped in the water

You get to jump out of yourself

Look at yourself against the light

The sun is vast, and your shadow hangs in its guts

God gives dreamless intrusion

We can't sleep because of this

God has given you inexhaustible physical strength

There is no escape from this

, free!

Before the flame is extinguished, I will die on the prophecy

At the end of the confused and barren earth

There was a dark water with a howling wind

The water was silent and full of reeds

As soon as you step into the water, it suddenly flows, sending you to something that doesn't exist

New landmass

That's it, see you in September!

To be continued.