My original poem: Ancient War Dragons

The clothes that don't want to be washed

Stranded under the bed

The phones that I didn't want to look at anymore were placed on either side of my body

I look at the posters on the wall

Think of the spring that has passed

The face that is consistently unwilling to be washed

Just in front of the mirror

I looked out the window at the streets and roads

Don't tell me

I do not know

It was only at dusk that I felt that she was farther away

I didn't know until now that she hadn't known

I don't know exactly how the Ancient War Dragon feels to me

I don't know what I was eroding in my dorm just now

However, I don't want to know about the ancient war dragons

Those dusks, those dawns

Lying on the bed on the gun

She has nothing to do with the Elder War Dragons

She's such a season

I break a branch of my own tone

Walk through the glass cups of heaven and hell

Butterflies mixed in the ashes

Violets on fat bodies

It's a pity I can't see it

I turned off my phone

Look at the blue sky

Those tongues that you can't understand

Those years that can't be written

I remember the pencil lead in my backpack

I have forgotten my smoke, my suffrage

I know it's not too late for the elm to be hidden in the beer

I'm almost done with that cigarette

I'm running out of time

She stopped singing at night with my fishing boats

The king's front was scattered

Mermaid flowers

The smile on my lips is truly untiring

Armor could not afford all those years

I can't go to the Ancient War Dragon

I'll just wait for this night

Poor sour beer tanks

One day I live counts as one day

I can't remember the day I died

I'm not going to know about the ancient scrolls

The sadness of the ancient war dragon made me decide to play it again

Infatuation absolutely

Sadness and hatred are short and long, and the ancient war dragon is long in the future

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- The end of this poem

...... After that, I pushed open the mottled wooden door, the yard was full of weeds, and the fragrant smell was still falling, and when I went inside, I saw that in the still pedantic corner, the waiter who had been with the king was now teary-eyed, and the shabby clothes were all stunned on his body, and the dry firewood and grass of his house were still falling in that corner, making the waterless land particularly dry......

——Selected from my original oriental fantasy novel "The Bondage of Reincarnation: Ancient War Dragon" and has signed a contract with Beijing Kanshu.com, a subsidiary of Chengdu Guqiang Technology Co., Ltd

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