Baba lives, draws water, cooks and takes medicine on time every day.
When the sun is fine, put yourself in it like a piece of dried tangerine peel.
Drink tea in turn: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose and lemon.
These beautiful things seem to take me on the road of spring.
So I kept the snow in my heart again and again.
They are too white, too close to spring.
Read your poems in a clean yard. This kind of human thing
Trance is like a sparrow flying suddenly.
And time is bright. I'm not fit for grief.
If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry.
I will give you a book about plants and crops.
Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass
I tell you, barnyard grass is terrible.
spring
Second, travel halfway across China to sleep with you.
In fact, it is similar to sleeping with you and being slept by you, but it is
The force of collision between two objects is nothing more than the flower driven by this force.
It is nothing more than the imaginary spring of this flower, which makes us mistakenly think that life has been reopened.
In most parts of China, everything is happening: volcanoes erupt and rivers dry up.
Some neglected political prisoners and refugees
Elk and red-crowned crane at gunpoint all the way.
I slept with you through bullets.
I pushed countless nights to sleep with you at dawn.
I am countless, I met one, I sleep with you.
Of course, I will also be led astray by some butterflies.
Think of some praise as spring
Take a village similar to Hengdian as my hometown.
they
Are all necessary reasons for me to sleep with you.
Third, the stone mill
Who tied me up in my previous life at Hengdian Stone Mill?
Who blindfolded me?
Grinding eyes to feed March, peach blossom, a romantic page.
Feed barnyard grass, xanthium sibiricum and Alternanthera philoxeroides in grinding eyes.
If the wind energy feeds me, whoever accidentally makes a mistake.
My rotating upper grinding is bigger than Hengdian's, and Hengdian is static lower grinding.
The part bigger than Hengdian has my feelings, my sins, my dreams and my despair.
Grinding eyes to feed the cold of the world, a person's hard work.
Into the ground, fog, snow.
The wind not only feeds me, but also makes mistakes again and again.
Who pulled off my blindfold, I still turned around with my stone mill on my back.
The speed during the day is the same as at night.
No one feeds the eyes to grind the falling rocks and crush the peach blossoms.
Fall into the world, suppress sadness
-this kind of rotation is just rotation.
Fourth, just be a defeated flower.
I admit, I am a woman living in the jaws of death.
I also admit that my body is a cover.
I hold my soul up with my hands.
Bite or not can't prove your compassion.
Don't talk about our plain again and again, but tell the evil mountain village.
Life is like a dog.
When anyone bows his head, his hands are clenched.
The flower fell down, holding her bloody stem.
I have controlled the story of flowers and the spread of poetry poison many times.
Relative to the approaching of physical illness and death.
You need to change your eyes urgently.
Change the heart you are afraid to see when you raise the lamp.
Life is procrastination again and again.
The scissors are rusty and the umbilical cord is still around the neck.
Fifth, the martial arts are not tight, and there is wind in the heart.
The wind is everywhere, a person's appearance is lame.
The house has not changed for decades, and the firewood is in the lee of the sun.
The sun shines, and the mottled mud falls.
I want some gorgeous novels from my early dreams.
Is life proud or not?
Play has become a moral aesthetic.
The wind has accumulated in this area for many years.
Sadness is thrown everywhere because it is cheap.
We don't talk about days in words, but life is a decoration.
Always downwind.
A few years later, a man who buried me was appointed.
Over the years, I occasionally think of death.
Keep alive
As a habit
6. Divorce certificate
A pile of new emeralds is a rare environmental protection in life.
Put it with my disability certificate.
Synthesize a door waiting to be opened
At the age of 36, I landed safely
At least for a while, I was no longer a tightrope walker.
More conspicuous than your ID card.
In my nearsighted eyes, my ID card is always suspicious.
The Great Wall behind her, I used to cry in my last life.
And the previous names and numbers.
There seems to be no foundation.
It's just that I've been using my ID card.
For example, if you are ill in hospital, the post office will pick up something.
I use a disability card occasionally.
For example, applying for a minimum living allowance
But what's the use of a divorce certificate?
-I will never get married again, and I will be single from now on.
Seven, wheat threshing floor
Mei spotted the place and laid it vertically from the sky.
Dream for a long time, fall into the clouds.
Fall into the golden color of existence
Father turned over the wheat again.
-The inner moisture must be aimed at the sun.
This kind of wheat deserves a mildewed winter.
Turning over his back, he picked up a grain of wheat.
Take a bite with your heart
Then shed a piece of moonlight.
If you swim in the wheat in this threshing floor once,
I will definitely wash off the details.
And all the adjectives in the lyrics.
I'm afraid I'm not a hard nut to crack.
I can't afford such a golden yellow.
Eight, a corn seed is running.
Faster than the autumn wind and faster than the train.
Faster than chasing corncob.
Can't be blocked in the season of rivers and fish flooding.
We can't delay on the hillside, something happened to Hongfeng.
You can't wander in a wild goose.
Yeah, so small.
How big is the world?
Run to the other side of your life before dark.
Through the grave of autumn wind, through the snow, through the pain of spring.
Never stop, never stop.
Through the city, through the neon, I can't sleep as much as the sea.
After the death of the castle and the rose.
It always holds high the inner thunder, the simplest gold particle.
Nine, snowstorm
The arsonist has been hiding in a strange voice. His cigarette butt exploded seven days later.
The root cause is too late to inquire.
The instinct to be rescued first, and then the pleasure of being buried.
House, smoke, water (need to be ignored, how many floors are born and how many floors are dead)
We can't stop there. We can't let blood be buried in such a big nothingness.
The evidence is so weak?
Whose neck the crow stays on, unable to control the color of the sound.
Look, all the blind people know this long-planned conspiracy.
My body is not as white as you want, still not.
And it's not cold
I try to move my body when I move words.
Yuan Yekong, no rabbit trace.
And then—
This combination is cautious, leaving only the wind.
Ten, you are in Zhongxiang, I am in Hengdian.
Geographically, I belong to you, like a leaf.
Curl up at your cuffs.
I am in danger of falling down when you are drunk.
More often, the two dialects are bounded by Hanshui River.
Know whether it is cold or warm.
Imagine the route you have taken, there must be a discrepancy.
Take Mochou Lake as the center. If you make a mistake, you will bypass the winter.
If Mochou Lake without water dries up,
There will be a map of Hengdian at the bottom of the lake, like a butterfly.
And the woman in the mud, how easy it is to be ignored.
At this moment, I write these.
I always blame myself for not learning to drift across the streets of Zhongxiang.
charming
My body is a mine.
Hiding at night, poisonous snakes, thieves and an old case.
Exposed to the morning light, wild flowers, sunshine and good news can be printed one by one.
Viscera, where is the gas exceeding the standard?
There will always be some gossip.
How to deal with it depends entirely on the conditions given by a kidnapper.
He lives in the village and has been smoking.
This is a coal mine with old equipment, and the darkness extends infinitely.
The light has to be changed several times, and the color is different.
I will give a sharp warning and shake the snake letter before the landslide.
Those who dug coal from my heart ran away in a hurry.
Water came in.
Black becomes white.
There are insects, moonlight, the whining of foxes and an old case.
Hidden flame, love and gold are separated by a layer of soil.
Someone always gives up halfway.
A man threw a stone in.
Ten years later.
I heard an echo.
12. My dog's name is Xiaowu.
When I limped out of the yard, it followed.
We crossed the vegetable garden, crossed the ridge and went north to grandma's house.
I fell into the ditch and it wagged its tail.
I reached over and it licked the blood on my hand.
He was drunk. He said there was a woman in Beijing.
Better looking than me. When they are desperate, they go dancing.
He likes dancing women.
I like watching them shake their asses.
He said they would call the bed, and the voice was very nice. Unlike me, I said nothing.
And always cover your face.
I ate without saying a word
Shout "little witch, little witch" and throw some meat to it.
It wags its tail and barks happily.
When he grabbed my hair and hit me against the wall.
The witch kept wagging her tail.
There is nothing he can do for a man who is not afraid of pain.
We walked behind grandma's house.
Just remember, she has been dead for many years.
Thirteen, I please the world with pain.
When I noticed my body, it was old and weak.
Pain is exchanged in many parts: stomach, arms, legs and fingers.
I suspect that I am doing evil in this world.
Swear on the blooming flowers. I doubt whether I love the night.
Despise the morning
Fortunately, some pains can be omitted: abandonment and loneliness.
Attracted by the long desolation
I'm embarrassed to say that it's really my treat.
Not love enough.