"Table and Bench"
They look like they fit together
They are just right in height, fat and thin
One in front of the other and one in front of the other.
Measure a few inches of distance between each other
Just enough to accommodate, a kind of beauty
A space with sharp edges and corners
But it outlines Out of a soft body
A lonely person
Or a doubtful person
got into this warm gap
< p>I don’t want to come out againAfter a while, I fell asleep
Her hands slipped into his hair
Her legs were entangled His waist
She was tired and began to rest
And this set of tables and chairs began to make her happy.
"Horizontal and vertical strokes on the title page"
On the title page of a book
A few light ink stains were stained
People who understand take it over and look at it
This abstract composition
Tell me, that is someone’s name
Those who don’t understand haven’t understood it yet. As soon as the book was opened
a fire was lit
and the stories and punctuation on each page were incinerated into ellipses...
< p> Logic comes out on top again and againThe sacrifices of philosophy are piled in the corners
But they never really win
At least, I have spots too
However, am I still good?
Those who understand gently kiss my scars
Tell me that this is my unique beauty
Those who don’t understand do not open my body< /p>
Don’t dare to light a fire
Burn me into a book
A book with stains on the title page
"Rock and Roll" < /p>
Not in front of me
Competing to see who has the louder voice
Whose tongue is sharp
Whose lips are sharp
I put on a rock album
Let it radiate the noise of acute intoxication
In tearing and screaming
It makes the listener’s eardrums and Heart and liver
Blast into powder
And artistic ashes
Spread a handful on the sea
As the end of life The journey
Let it summon demons
Demons and ghosts
Wait until then
You witch doctors and goddesses
We cowards and scumbags
We all have to retreat
"Triangle"
His fingers are very long
But his eyebrows are short
The elbow joint is like a dagger
It confirms all the predictions about love
It will not end well
He painted my wall Make it white
Make my movie silent
Trim one of my songs into stiff notes
And Those repeated dance steps
used to mourn for oneself
He is half of the window shape
Paired with the gossip of autumn
< p> Instigating the summer to add insult to injuryHe is three intertwined straight lines
Representing lies, comfort, and insomnia respectively
He makes the originally complete sky
Divided into many opaque color blocks
This side is sweet orange-red
That side is bitter sea blue
He is still a quack doctor
p>Treating patients who long for death
Holding a joking mirror
Reflecting the years I was buried with
Maybe I am Love him
If love was a language
He is a triangle
It’s a pity
I don’t understand geometry