There was a gust of wind that used to be home to the whole world.
Blow from east to west and from south to north.
No one ever loved him.
Nobody knows his real name.
For example, the whole night sky "polluted" by the tail of a comet.
Fate has never cared for it.
Or you refused.
Clear pain, confused happiness
In spring
You came back to life in another way.
Among wild flowers and wheat.
Not 10 million, but 10 million.
You need a prison, not a prison.
Bound imagination will not be swallowed up.
Swallow the rushing grassland
A drop of blood will be left on the stone like a peach blossom in full bloom.
It was originally a white object.
Red with blood.
Curled up in the womb of the earth after menarche.
Waiting for March bamboo
I haven't been to the north.
All you can imagine are mountains and grasslands.
Spring comes early, so I have no time to take off my clothes.
I have no time to die.
Plums bloom all over the sky.
I miss you today.
Miss another person, too
Under the sky, you are blood relatives.
We all let her down.
One told you to die and the other told me to live.
The sky of destiny is not only north, but also west.
Information from the ancient East will never come back from the South.
This old lion
Poetry lovers
A man's throne
Lonely, arrogant, long
Slowly turn into a bean
A millstone falling into the entrance of the village
Cheep, cheep, cheep.
Cheep, cheep, cheep.
Is the south a fire or a plague?
A barren land-a desolate place (after drought or insect disaster)
Self-pity, a night of wind and frost
The dirty moat has not been cleaned yet.
Go to the seaside
Deep into the ocean.
There is still a long way to go.
Hebo's body is on fire.