Modern poetry on foot

The scenery always appears in the next gap.

This is a temptation.

This is also a kind of faith.

hiker

The bag is full of

Aversion to the world

And attachment to utopia.

Rugged mountain road

Repetition of shadows

Just like any process of life

If you are tired, you can rest on the floor.

Above all the way

More thirsty

Cling to a red spring

Go to the depths where there is no road

Those tied vines

Will be cut off by a slitting knife.

inevitable

This is a quiet grave.

Buried in our past lives

Let's mourn in this life.

Along the way are villages in Ma Zhiyuan.

Lonely poems, the gibberish of crows

A desolate sparse forest and a cold spring.

Wait there.

As we approached,

Houma poet

Riding his horse has gone far.

hiker

Come in droves

They are just like me.

Tired of the hustle and bustle of the city

Is hiking okay?

It will make our bodies more tired.

We still live in controversy.

Make faces in the mirror

Absurd morning

I looked at the mirror painfully.

Shake off the teeth that betrayed me

I swear

I hate betrayal.

All betrayals should be eliminated.

It should be implemented immediately.

Just as we must have a sense of justice.

Remove officials who betray the organization from the organization.

Eliminate traitors who betray the nation from the system.

This ridiculous morning

I want to pull one out.

Betrayed my teeth

I know this will hurt.

It has served me for forty years.

In the medical sense

This is my body.

Independent person

An inseparable functional organization

Reality is always absurd.

Reason is in the face of dislocation absurdity

Pure as poetry

Pain is inevitable.

Stay or not?

Kind of like Shakespeare's lines

This ridiculous morning

I'm looking in the mirror.

Shake off the teeth that betrayed me

The pain twisted my face.

Grinning like a supernatural monster.

become

I know it's all about disgusting food.

It corroded my teeth.

I can't change the result.

I can only face the pain of tooth extraction.

Of course, I pulled out my tooth.

I'm not going to die.

I can also put my mouth full of gold teeth

Dress up as a medieval prince

even

The absurd morning after that.

I can whistle at the same time.

brush/clean one's teeth

What an imaginative morning.

Do you like it? Look in the mirror.

The way I make faces.