In March, every flower raised a wine glass
The ship was still parked outside the gate of Venus
In the square, the mask on the advertisement
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Like a quilt, covering it
An open epidemic
Someone ran away from a high-rise building
No one took care of the stray dog< /p>
From the Liumian Ancient Road, we walked through Xishan Temple
The ground was full of kapok
There were also redbuds, bougainvillea and clivia
Mangoes from Xingzhong Road, lychees from Zimaling
Every flower raises the wine glass in March
I also drank my
cup of bitter wine in one gulp
Living sacrifice
The wind blew through the magnolia tree
The wind Sitting on a stone, I am a branch in the wind, reaching out to the horizon
The rooster is neighing at the top of his voice
The little bull thinks for a while, then becomes lonely
< p> Roar towards Phoenix MountainThose who hoe the ground remain silent
Only absinthium, zebra and green cypress
Mixed Breath
Floating across Sifangwan Wufangyan and Liufangzui
In my mind, every day is Qingming
Every time the smoke is lit , are all offering sacrifices in the distance
These living people, those
people who can’t even cry out their suffering
Storm
Door blocking Die, the window is tightly closed
Keep going back and forth in the room
Look at the desk, then look at the stool
Throw down the barbell, then pick up the mop< /p>
The stick is too light, the fruit knife is too small
There is no movement outside
You can rush out, you can slap your face
After drinking water, Throw the cup out
Try your throat, but the momentum is gone
Grab the beer bottle again and take a few gulps
Pick up a folding fan , iron
yanked the door latch. He was stunned
A four-year-old little girl
looked at the fluttering butterflies
on the window with her big eyes open. He hid the fan
behind his back. Like a deflated rubber ball
He gently turned around and entered the house and closed the door
The man who lost his only child
The potatoes in his basket fell through the holes.
Leaked one. When passing under the toon tree
I missed another one. Finally the basket was empty
He was left facing the sunset
Shutting all the shadows outside the wooden door
The old dog barked twice Barking softly,
are two stones thrown into the night lake
In the middle of the night, he slipped from the edge of the dream
Every time The sheep are all parked in odd numbers
The room is vast and the rice is rippling in the room
When one light is on, the other will go out
This is the way of life One thread of cocoon silk is taken out every day
Just like the grass in his hand
Every time he spreads it out, it is the callus
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The inner cliff
Starting from the thatched cottage, the hunter's fate
becomes a riddle or a nail in the coffin
The ax lies in your path Everything is eaten away in your hands
From now on, the hunter lives in everyone’s thoughts
The road is heading towards the sky, no matter whether you step first with your left foot
or with your right foot, there will be no difference. Exceptions
Eventually people will find out
You are trapped in your own trap or someone else's trap
Year after year, day after day
You wake up early and work hard at night, giving yourself and others
Setting up various cliffs and getting deeper into the obsession
Just like me, I like to solve mathematics and study suspense
In one cliff after another
You keep pushing yourself down or rebuilding
The tide
The tide rises an inch
p>The bamboo was motionless, and the owl looked at it
and closed its eyes again. The radish was under the ground
I wanted to move, but it was nailed to the hard soil
The tide rose another foot
The old scalper looked at the distance. The sky
It wants to eat up this piece of green grass
The old man weaving bamboo shoots stood up
Listen, everything is silent.
Only wintersweet
burst into bloom. In the yard
The wedding was going on as usual, and the feast was in full swing
When the tide rose to ten feet high
The waves were coming, and the fisherman who ran out of the cabin shouted
The wind quietly covered his mouth
An iron
An iron, in my body
Twisting, growing
Stretching in different directions
Later, it awakened more iron
Comparing and competing with each other
< p> Iron flowers bloom vigorously and bear iron fruitsThey are linked together to form a forest. Like a painting
The shaded part
The escape of an ant
There are no chrysanthemums and knives in the huge rivers and lakes
Invisible A haystack
I walked back and forth a hundred times on the edge of the tank
Only the wind leaked through the gaps in the trees
It gave me a lightness The wings of A grain of snow
Embracing each other for life. I don’t know
The hand of a grain of rice holds a hundred thousand mountains
I began to dig mountains, and I dug up one by digging them
I began to divide I don’t know which one is more important, mountains or hunger
My destiny is: push away the rice and find a way out
And the destiny of rice: plug the loopholes and quell the war
< p> The ending is: I turned into a grain of rice in the tankOnly black in color and slightly hard-bodied
The switch in the dark
Sometimes, you Like a stone
sinking to the bottom of the lake, sinking into
a certain object, a certain atmosphere
a certain slightly raised brow
Starting from the rebound after hitting the bottom
You are like a ball of cotton again
Floating up, down, left and right in the void
And you cannot be in a certain place Stop
At this time, a bird chirped
or a flute sounded, or a breath
inadvertently broke in.
Pengdi
This spark illuminates the dark world
Like someone, accidentally encountered
A long-lost switch
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