一、诗歌之美,艺术之花夜依然没有长白头发,黑丝般柔韧,白昼刚走,它就悄无声息地袭来。喜欢图书馆的玻璃墙设计,感觉就像夜空漫步一样。此时,蜷缩在薄纱里的月亮,草尖的露珠,星星的眼泪,盛放着黑夜的宠儿,那失去年龄的月光。一切都是最好的安排,我在失去象征的世界里,踩着深秋落叶的骨灰,捧起马启代老师的诗行,我看见,一个饱经沧桑不屈不服的诗人,抱着良心,背着灵魂,和我一样地在夜空中漫步吟唱,我们在夜空相遇,就像重逢的故人。我知道,黑夜里 First, the beauty of poetry, the flower of art is still no long white hair, black silk-like flexibility, the day just left, it quietly hit. Like the glass wall design of the library, it feels like a walk in the night sky. At this time, curled up in the gauze moon, grassy dew, tears of stars, filled with the darling of the night, the moonlight of the age. Everything is the best arrangement. In the world where I have lost my symbol, I am stepping on the ashes of autumn leaves and won the poem of Master Ma Kai-Dai. I saw a poet who is persevered by vicissitudes, holding her conscience, carrying her soul, and Like me in the night sky walk singing, we meet in the night sky, like the reunion of the enemy. I know, in the dark