Modern Liao Yiwu
I told you not to go near these poems, these stones, the sun and water, these
Imaginary heaven, I said you should control those timid hands.
Every word here is growing, and they automatically aggregate. Over.
It has become a kind of beauty, a masterpiece, but they are completing this beauty or uniqueness.
Before singing, it gradually decayed and became a very thin thing.
If you recite a poem silently, it is equivalent to tearing a piece of silk, which is equivalent to
If you hurt a piece of skin, you will see that the wound becomes a little red and swollen.
Clean, spread, and finally rot your idol alive. Beautiful people are always thin.
, such as paper, snow, feathers, silk, petals, beautiful, flying and so on.
Thin as a noun. You want something, but you can't get anything. In collapse
Behind the beauty of failure is an emptiness, an infinite loneliness, and beauty itself is an emptiness.
, dazzling and charming hole.
I said you control those timid hands!