on Chinese New Year's Eve
I lost my mother's shoes.
bare feet
flotage
Xuewoli
Those shy reds.
Don't light the lights hanging high in the building.
I long to embrace the stove.
Swallow while it's hot
Burn humble people
Cold and hunger
strengthen
at present
as if treading on thin ice
in fact
I'm more scared.
That voice
Tragic brittle fracture
Spit out the biting cold
Bind my numb naked body
I only have one match left.
Can destroy a little hope
warm oneself
Mingzhuangzhong
There seems to be a meteor.
Who do you write for?
The next second's journey
then
Ice, starting from the feet.
dissociate from
I'm definitely sinking.
cracked
No pain
Only when it is cold can it be cold.
Make blood
freeze ...
A hundred years later
There's a man
Make a fire with words
Recovered.
The soul of my past life