This is a conspiracy.
There are many participants
The woman was put on a wooden donkey.
There is snow in the sky in June.
She dodged the eagle eye.
And was condemned.
But I can't escape the cyber black ants.
Rows of hieroglyphs
Eat her body.
From the upper body to the lower body
Poetry has rotted away.
Why ask a woman?
Let everyone live in ICU.
A nightingale flies over the country of poetry.
Turn around and die in the wilderness.
On this moonlit night with wine
We betrayed poetry with feces.
You're just calm
Tear off the last fig leaf.
The idea of making everyone horny.
No more mosaics
The critic's glasses broke all over the floor.
The poet wept naked.
Who is cleaner than who?
The priest is praying in the church.
Poetry has long been terminally ill.
Die wrapped in a shroud
There is no strong medicine.
She will die in her sleep.
So you brought croton and rhubarb
And possibly arsenic.
In the silence of mutual praise.
Throw your shit in your face.
A picture of Jia Qian's face
Whether you are hated by people.
Or have you been attacked thousands of times?
On this moonlit night with wine
I will accompany you to the funeral.
Be brave, be brave again.
Let's treat blood as gasoline.
Let them step their backs into the altar.
There is no determination to knock the bone and shake the marrow
How did it change completely?
You, set off a storm
Put yourself in the middle of the whirlpool.
Tear them to pieces.
Into a phoenix reborn from the fire