Why put down stones and traps?
The local accent that ambushed the city.
Vegetable fields, streams, birds and dogs barking
The old man leaned against the sunset, pinched the wrinkles of his beard and served as a brush.
Stretch slowly
A mother built on a tombstone, a brother and sister living on the streets.
From then on, we are all orphans.
A man who drowned in the night was in a hurry.
Carry a white flag with you.
two
Full of the fragrance of the four seasons
My soft land
I mean, it was handed down from ancestors who drank the blood of pioneers.
I mean, my father's gun was aimed at a foreign enemy.
I mean, that article raised young people. * * * and China raised me all my life.
And will feed our children and grandchildren forever.
Why, getting thinner?
three
Many eyes of unknown origin.
Many days and nights are of unknown origin.
Like a lotus in front of a winter night stove, hiding.
In the swordsman's mountain temple, carp suddenly jumped out of the Milky Way.
All of them are of unknown origin.
Before I touched my heartbeat,
I don't know the origin either.
I am like a frog tired of climbing along the light.
Face the future and the chaotic world bravely.
Vague, huh
four
Dense jungle
Compared with the empty windows, the building looks dull.
A widower looking forward to leaving
The dripping folk songs are not far away.
Both human voices and crows floated from the clouds in the stream.
All through my aching ribs.
A pile of whose leftovers?
In the slogan of smog called Xiangyun
Has taken the rest of my breath
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