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Along the ridged back
Toward the sinking sun
Climbing to the heart of the universe
In the light red cloak
A stunned bird was lost in thought
The thin mist dispersed and flashed out
A half-overturned broken jar< /p>
In the laughter of moss
The past has been drained
There is no cough in time
Awakening or warning
In the red light of brightness and extinction
On the top of heaven, the door is slightly open
I am like a stubborn crutch
Stretching out in Kuafu’s back Long
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Who is the first climber?
The smooth stone wall is covered with colorful seals
The fingers were once implanted in the steep cracks
The dangling feet , many years
Looking for an unexpected platform
The primitive loneliness fell quietly
I reached out to the heights, towards the ancient times
Conveying the only language that makes sense
In my long-lasting inspiration
Eyes that have returned to their souls
Leaping out from the stone cracks< /p>
Looking at the peak
A broken rope was entangled at the tip of the stone
I looked down:
How many wings fell down
The crimson edge
The gentle breeze blows, and it feels like the brush of wings
Who will whisper leisurely, the dream is blurred
The Jingwei has flown Go
King Mu will never return.
The sound of Xihe's whip
Many hands are eager to grasp the saddle
What they hold is a short opera
Who doesn't want to pull the red curtain Open
Who’s hand is too small
Only grasping a corner
I can’t understand it in the haze
I have devoted my life to this
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So, like a grass worm
Arching towards the twisted intestines
The night is low, fingers
Playing the deeper darkness
A shower is coming, and a flash of lightning comes
Only then did you realize that I was still squirming on the mountainside
A ginkgo suddenly appeared Falling
The moans stained the forest
The top of Tiantang Village without heaven
Blooming among the towering branches and leaves of the night
Gangfeng Blow away the remaining feathers on my head
Encourage the dancing top to scream wildly
When the fishhook of a waning moon slips
I bite towards that Fishing without bait
Looking up at the stars dotting the mountain tops
I hung the skin on the rock
All the nightingales in my soul have fled