Growing up in this vast land
Like a fragile creature.
My torso
My soul
Everything that exists in me.
The humble wind is as insignificant as a whisper.
Even after death, I can't go back to the ancient land where I was born.
My blood
My body.
Dismembered by a sharp knife.
Consume a lifetime's memory in memory.
Finally, it was burned out by a raging fire in a mechanical furnace.
Memory is short, only the distance between breathing and sucking.
That's it!
Am I just coming and going? I don't understand!
Is that really all I can do?
Live and repeat your life like most people.
It's not up to you to decide whether to live, die or die.
Life grows old in worldly torment.
Wind, when did you become a whine and a growl?
The rain falls on the lens, in a string for a while and in a string bit by bit.
This is what I do! I seem to have seen it, but I really haven't.
How much I love the land under my feet.
Snow in Mulangma, Zhu Na
The wind of Lake Baikal
Flocks of wild ducks
Fly by water
A sparrow that was naughty when it was near.
However, I still haven't learned to be a pure natural person.
Am I a social person? No, not all of them?
It should be a man with two faces.
One is painted with thick oil paint.
A poetic one, the same color as the sea and the sky.
It should be winter outside! bitter cold
Exhaled breath turns white in the air.
Wearing a light coat can't even cover it completely.
I am too poor.
The poor have only thoughts and themselves.
By the way, I still have a deep love for the world and a deep attachment to the vegetation.
Frost and snow blocked the way forward.
I just walked against the constantly blowing wind.
Let's go. Tired of walking.
Behind it is a string of long footprints.
It's getting colder and colder, my legs have completely lost consciousness and my nose has been wiped down.
I can't stop shaking all over.
But I won't stop.
The will is there.
So close, and always so far away.
Go, keep going.
Later, I fell in this season.
Trance room
I suddenly found that my mind and body don't belong to me.
Who lied to you?
Lie tired and quiet.
The tinkling of knives and the rumbling of fire in the furnace.
Are they going to cremate me
But I'm not dead yet
This is a naked murder.
Hey! I want to struggle
Just to see the truest face in the fire.
Just like when I came, it seemed a little white.
I have nothing left.
Like most people.
Only me
Who will bury my ashes?
Who cares!
If you are alive and doomed to die, let it drift with the wind!
Thankfully, I always leave a handful of dirt for the earth.
Although the only ashes I left were someone else's footprints.
All right, after the snow and ice, it will sprout next year! sky
Slowly enveloped by the night. Camouflage is confused along the residual red.
The traffic outside is uncertain. It's hard to detect
Curled up in front of the window. Cheeks so close to the glass. You will feel cold.
Inexplicably flustered. It feels real Heart. A little sad.
Farewell. Never misses. Pretend.
Words of love emerge in your mouth. Shy. Sunlight makes your eyes real.
....
leave
sadder
Stay in Mohe in December
It's cold. Touch can be reached. Not only in the hands. Engraved in my heart.
Screaming and shouting. hesitate
Helpless. Real loss
Like a lonely evening photo after failure. A touch of sunset.
.....
What should it be? Confucius and Mencius still dominate. Angels are singing.
White clouds in the clouds. It's different.
Floating (in the air)
Tie your hands and feet. Morality imprisons the mind.
Jesus Christ. Keep pretending.
White clouds. Fade away. Leaving only fleeting memories.
Weakness causes fatigue. Fatigue confuses the mind.
What kind of feeling do you want to catch? Wave your hand in the air.
Body. Gone with the Wind
Living dead. Say it again. The soul has lost the fragrance of rape flowers.
......
I still belong to myself. At least I know.
I do not belong to myself. Because I'm afraid of cowardice.
Me. I should be myself. My body is still the same height.
Expect breastfeeding time
Memory can feed.
Passing away ... is especially important. You are my mind.
Don't get old at any time
For example, bee mountain flowers
Everything is for love.
.
A thousand difficult and steep peaks can also challenge rock climbing.
Wan Li and Yao Lu are just a footprint before maturity.
.
You are a point in my life.
It's light, it's fire, it melts my heart.
I would lose my passion without you.
Memory is also particularly vague.
.
Lovely in heart
I hope you and I never met in this life.
But painful thoughts are intertwined with fate.
still beautiful
.
I want to spend the rest of my life forgetting.
The feeling of swaying in the wind and rain
Since then, my withered rose has forgotten the charm of spring.
Waiting for the rainy season of your heart all your life