Escape
In my dream, there are wild flowers, pressing the tombstones of my enemies
There are paths, passing the carriages that trafficked lovers
There are twisted snakes that spit out lonely letters
over and over again, licking the muddy faces of pilgrims
In order to make a dream very close to reality
I was also prepared to curse, cry, and struggle...
After I woke up, I still had a migraine
My eyes were red. I make every dream full of mystery
. So much so that
Every time I wake up, it is an escape from the scene
At dawn, when the siren slides through the dark blue window
I know, I Once again spared
But there must have been another person
unfortunately because of his dream of rusty shackles
by a group of people who dreamed of the verdict< /p>
Took away
Mo
The water overflowed the bank. The water receded.
The flood did not destroy the houses
It did not flatten the fields
It did not take away the cattle and sheep
Not in 1961
< p>Not in 1980Not recently
Even, no floods
No earthquakes, plagues, wars
This is full of vitality The village
These silent and mysterious people
No grandfather is world-weary
No father is nothingness
Here, I learned< /p>
Writing Spring Festival couplets, weaving fish baskets, and killing eels
I learned to bury drowned relatives quietly
. Me and all the water
No hostility
Helpless
You must understand what it means to be helpless
But you may not understand< /p>
A helpless person
You will not understand him
Dazed and helpless
He squatted on the street corner
Rubbing her hair and face over and over again
Like rubbing an innocent newspaper
Yes, there is no way
My daughter skipped school and practiced Smoking
He has nothing to do
How long his mother has been sick and lying in bed
But he has nothing to do
He sells fruit , he just received fake money and had to pay a fine again
He could only squat there blankly
There was no way
He held the banknote, rubbed it, and tore it
Really, there was no way
A little way
Listen to the sound of the sheep chewing
There is no slower time than this
Their green and yellow life
Between the lips and teeth of the goat
For the first time, there is There is a clicking sound
Grass, those grasses that are still growing
Listen, you are climbing higher inch by inch
Breaking inch by inch
Wall-Penetrating Technique
Have you ever seen a child
Press his head and knock on the wall
I have seen it. At the county hospital
Boom, boom, boom
His mother said, let him knock
It seemed that the wall hurt
He just It doesn’t hurt anymore
It seems to be painful and can pass through walls
I don’t know what disease is in his head
. I don’t know how much pain a wall has absorbed
before it becomes so pale
Just like the one who turned his back
Mother. Later, she hugged the child
like a trembling wall
stretched out her hand
Ant
It must have been the ant who first discovered It's spring
My son must be the first one to discover ants
At one year old, he still can't shout,
A walking in the dust
Humble name
But dare to name it loudly with pure surprise
——Eh
< p>Things in the twilightThe grass and trees are lush and the stars are doing their job
The smoke is spreading to all directions
The sheep are getting whiter as they go
< p>Like a snowfall, overflowing the river bankThese gentle things
They are all good teachers
Can withstand repeated scrutiny
Also worthy of a soft fat man
Regret at this moment
The secret life of a practitioner
The whole A green mountain is a dojo
So are a few cave dwellings. He said,
The mountain is empty and the flowers are color
After bowing into the kiln
He seemed to have escaped into a secret
The practitioner who turns flowers into tea
He does not give up day and night. By the clear stream
breathing the fragrance of flowers and fingering the clouds
That year, he was thirty-one years old
and I seemed to be the same.
Now,
as light as a child
He pointed to the dim sky
with awe in his eyes, "Here, the thunder in my ears
p>
More than you”
Hometown
I say, the word we have been reviewing is thorns out of season.
You believe it, you say,
The farthest distance brings the sharpest pain
I said, try to take apart this word one stroke at a time
Reorganize again, it’s Shanxi, it’s Dai County,
It’s Xiduanjing Village, it’s Hutuo River
You nodded, and shook it hard again, so hard Tears running down my face
You really got a little bit of beer, in this small restaurant
Over and over again, taking it apart and putting it together
Throughout the whole afternoon, we Paint a wine table
like an inaccessible maze