far and near
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
A generation
The night gave me black eyes.
I use it to find the light.
Twittering silence
Pure snow
Refuse people to come
In the bushes in the distance.
A small flock of birds are chirping.
They are talking about their own affairs.
Talking about the method of grain storage.
Talking about mom
Talking about how the moon bud became
Golden balloon
I went to many places.
Cann't leave
The twittering silence
Maybe in my heart
There is still one winter.
A piece of uninhabited snow.
over there
Many small shrubs huddled together.
Defend birds who like to talk.
realize
Chewing gum
Slowly shed tears
Fragments attached to the heart
What makes us fall in love?
It is * * * pain.
Not a carnival
I sing my own songs.
I sing my own songs.
On the road full of bananas
At the jungle fair
In the dance of cedars and birch trees
On Shan Ye's Primitive Happiness.
I sing my own songs.
I sing my own songs.
In the terrible smoke of the coal-fired power plant
In the complex organization of gearbox
In the kiss of the grinding wheel
In the operation of that social civilization
I sing my own songs.
I sing my own songs.
That is, unfamiliar and unskilled.
I am a child of etude.
Willing to join all the singing teams
In order not to let the normative people know
I sing my own songs.
I sing, sing my own songs.
Until the world regained its prehistoric loneliness.
A slender moon
Coming towards me from the seaside.
Ask softly: Why?
You sing your own song.
The land is curved.
The land is curved.
I can't see you.
I can only see from a distance.
The blue sky in your heart
Blue? True blue
Blue is language.
I want to make the world happy.
The smile froze in my mouth.
Give me a cloud.
Erase the sunny time
My tears need tears.
My sun needs sleep.
A peddler peddling along the street
At the corner.
Spread a waterproof tarpaulin
There is a road ahead.
They are very sensitive.
It's a spider on the internet.
They are at a loss.
Is the prey in the net?
melting point
Sunlight warms people at a certain height.
Coin ups and downs
Will drown those dreams
Orange sunken brick
No flower can float on the earth forever.
Not a hand, not a boat.
The sound of spring
No bird can escape this day.
Just like, no one can avoid it.
oneself
Avoid darkness
A faint hope
Me and countless
Non-hatching pebble
Yiqilei
Blue rivers and streams are crawling.
Swallow us
Then spit it out quietly.
Nothing else
I just hope the grass can be extended.
Its shadow