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I am a narrow-minded person.
But I have to put up with it. They kissed face to face.
Tolerate them to show deep cleavage
Tolerate their maternal love and sex.
A train that is allowed to derail
Tolerate the missing plane
Tolerance of explosion, tolerance of decadence
Tolerance of love and death, tolerance of cow madness, pig disease, dog madness, chicken flying.
Forgive my God, he fell in love with the flu virus.
The crime of tolerating the fever of a seven-year-old child.
But the daily news
Let me lose patience and reason.
God, forgive me for ruining a window to the world.
sunflower
In front of the window, we lined up for the collar.
Give off sunshine. Buddha, in the shadow
Turn the wheel to push the smiling face of sunflower to the heat.
When I doubt the sunshine,
Time. I have tuberculosis dust in my lungs and it has been planted.
Cause and effect kneel before the Buddha, I never
I doubt my piety. Buddha, on earth
I have nowhere to run. Father, mother, although old.
They still try their best to carry each other and walk through the storm all the way.
Front. With tears in my eyes, I am no longer a child.
Unfair. I need patience, patience.
Fully feel the happiness and slow sadness in the shadow.
Follow them, just like a shepherd boy follows a buffalo.
Calm brought by acupuncture and moxibustion
( 1)
Stick a thorn in a piece of paper.
Pain, anesthesia and edema are spreading.
I've been poisoned all my life.
Be released instantly, get rid of
From now on, you don't have to worry, and you don't have to be afraid of hurting good people by mistake.
(2)
My sky, my flowers
Gradually sink into the dusk.
Golden tiger stripes across the sky.
Make a final "buzzing" sound.
Forgive me for not sending the collected pollen back to the hive.
(3)
Fly, now you can only fly.
I really belong to myself.
Dragging a smoking out-of-control plane
I rushed to the clouds again and rushed to the sun.
It is a bigger and more colorful flower, leading to death and darkness.
Bise village.
They haunt the bushes beside the railway.
The seeds sown by those planes are as high as birds.
Six or seven of them, with giant net bags, gathered around.
A pile of weeds. A dozen dogs rushed in quietly.
Whoever talks, who has wings, who panics, will be caught.
I hope to be one of them, from the ancient kingdom of southern Yunnan.
Wearing black linen, enjoying the sunshine all day and chasing happily.
I have no sympathy for those innocent birds, but I want to know.
Is there anyone as silent and stupid as me?
A train came and passed us. On the opposite side, they have disappeared.
Moth on the lamp
Let me meet the Buddha.
Look at her again.
Look at her.
Look at Buddha again.
Buddha, in the dark, was speechless.
And she just smiled, like a fragrant note in front of the Buddha.
Shining eyes, flapping outside the door.
In the dusty wind, the more it burns, the more charming it becomes.
Spread the wings of past life penance.
In this hurried era, I try my best to protect a wisp of smoke rising in Ran Ran.
Let her, in front of Buddha.
Turn into a butterfly