The house is dragging a tree.
To the center of the night
Get rid of the vague shadow
Like a cow.
Walk across the field
Open your mouth from time to time.
Eating vegetables in the field
It's above the house.
A river is rich in benzene.
In your own benzene.
Start a new village
Like a cow.
Stick your head in the winter swimming pool.
Tail exposure
Keep beating
Growing Mid-Autumn Sky
Give off bursts of desert or bare mountains.
Around the house
People are just a kind of.
Modernization of lying down
In the depths of my life
A cat has been swallowing a mouse.
Like a cow.
My heart was stabbed by a sword.
Four legs are shaking badly.
Formal drive
Be troubled by success
The last struggle of an era
Niu's modern poem 2: Xishan,
The sun is burning.
Two backs,
One is the father,
One is the ox at home.
Behind the bull is,
A father carrying a pole;
In front of my father,
Cattle with dung bags.
One step is a cow, one step is a father.
Embark on a never-ending road.
The cow's saddle and his father's shoulder pole squeaked.
The gasps of father and cow,
Form a beautiful movement.
done
Where my father is, the cow is there,
Where the cow is, the father is.
Niu Modern Poetry woke up before dawn for three days.
Fog pervaded the village.
Brush away the residual fatigue
The cow followed its father silently.
Step by step on the dirt road in the country
The iron plow rode on his father's shoulder.
I don't know what to say.
The breath exhaled by cattle through their nostrils.
Be swallowed up by fog.
The end of the road. Wheat field after autumn
Through the palm of the fog
Show a stiff face
Cattle pull an iron plow and walk in the furrow.
Take a deep breath at every step.
Father holds the plough handle in his right hand.
The whip in his left hand whipped the fog.
As soon as the sweat rolled, it got into the soil.
The sun dispersed the fog and lay down.
Burp on the ground with a smile.
Father squatted on the ground.
Ba is smoking an old cigarette.
The cow stood beside her father, thinking silently.
The tail behind him shook.
Tired or lazy?
Snails without shells must be released.
I said to myself for two days,
Snails with long soft bodies.
—
Finally, on the third morning, I held it with a yellow post-it note.
Take the 9-story elevator downstairs,
Put it on a green leaf.
—
I watched its reaction carefully,
But you lost patience and walked away,
Meaningless!
Why do I have to observe so deliberately,
I can't help feeling ashamed.
—
But when I got up, I caught a warm and fragrant breeze.
White butterflies and cicadas also appeared in unison.
I looked up at the sky,
Clouds keep covering the sun,
The sun keeps pouring sunlight through the cracks,
How wonderful and rapidly changing everything is!
—
Suddenly I feel that I have a beautiful similarity with snails.
We all lost a precious thing!
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Snails without shells (2)
Be sure to let go of this snail without a shell.
I said to myself for two days,
Snails with long soft bodies.
—
How cute and small it is,
I should know more,
See what grass it suits.
—
Inadvertently found that it was just a snail-like slug,
Like dirty and wet disgusting pests!
I feel cheated,
Somebody sprinkle some salt!
—
God, those two sticky tentacles make me sick!
Are two long black lines on the back a sign of deformity and hermaphroditism?
Total and complete disgust!
I want to know why there is such a strong change.
—
I look at the roses that I water carefully every day.
I think if one day I find out that its name is not rose,
This doesn't mean love,
Will I let it die of thirst?
—
The flowing clouds before the rainstorm are particularly lively and rich.
Good man in disguise!
Pretend to lose our shells while playing.