I used to
Really a fugitive.
Now all this
This is all in the past.
Now I have a mailbox.
Read every letter carefully.
Cats
I applied for a set of fixed telephone numbers.
When the bell rings, pick it up carefully.
I planted some flowers.
There are several sets of comics on the shelf.
A song that plays in a fixed loop.
The same font
See the same doctor
And continue to suffer
The same disease
I really used to
He's a fugitive
Sleep in a well without water
At that time I
Like a fish
I used to be a fugitive.
Love you so much.
-You still need furniture to live without sadness, pp. 96-98.
(2) Desperado singing+lyrics+composition+arrangement+production: vertical super band.
Lyrics:
Desperado, listen to me. I had a dream.
Fly away with you and walk with you to the white head.
But what I have is gone.
Forget what we promised and how much we love you.
I can't take you away. I made a big mistake.
You must go alone, and you must bear all your sins.
You must leave the familiar street corner. Please don't forget me.
There is light rain in the air at night.
When I pulled the trigger, my soul had been sold to the devil.
Ironically, I really want to ask the Lord to redeem me.
Redeem a little of my dignity.
Think about mom's face. I'm sorry. Will I see you again in these years?
Mom, I made a mistake. Will you forgive me? I'm at the end of my rope.
Where is my hiding place in the eyes of others?
My brother is far away from me, and I still foolishly believe in morality.
Does the so-called human nature want to exchange blood and tears for lessons and don't want to get along?
I want to say that after this vote, I will not leave.
I can't stop crying when I think about it.
Let's go, don't ask where the road is, it's the only way to go in the wind.
Let's leave now. I don't want to ask where the road is. Oh, what level?
When the car rumbled, the dream began to hurt.
It blows up the wind and reshapes every face.
The night fog is so thick, so open and so turbulent that there is a hunch that the end of the road is a maze.
Hey, kid, I think I know what you mean.
what happened to you
I have appeared in different faces several times in my life.
I have no better explanation for this.
I just thought today might be the right day.
Each of us gave our lives in a comfortable posture and in a good way.
Whether it's a confession or a defense
No matter how capable a person is, it is hard to resist the ruthlessness of fate.
It's a simple truth, but accepting it or not is another matter.
True love does not come.
It's just a malicious delay without warning
Don't let a woman's stupidity become an argument between you and yourself.
Why should I have everything or not enough?
God, not greedy at all.
Why do you pursue your dreams so hard?
It didn't move in place in the end.
Why is Wan Li's face under the clear sky?
Frown and unhappy, who are you crying to?
Why do you want to see a movie?
Choose a damn typhoon every weekend.
Why are some people in this world so poor that they are crazy?
Some people are rich and use money as pillows.
Why is there a story about a sour nose in the news?
A thief who only steals bread to feed his mother.
Why a hundred? Why?
Into 1000, 10000, 100000. Why?
Why can't I write a bird to read if I want to break my head?
We don't have to care about the future.
Like a poem written by a psychopath or a fireworks festival.
Let it be. We all live only once.
Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe. Everything has stopped.
Truth is just an ornament in a dark room until the absurdity is proved.
Only after the eyes light up.
Its value is not decided by anyone.
Roaming or sprinting? We are all in the sea. I feel like sand.
This may be what you call illegal?
Let's go, don't ask where the road is, it's the only way to go in the wind.
Will the outlaws go all out? Is there a dead end or a hiding place? )
Let's leave now. I don't want to ask where the road is. What level is it?
Desperados should go all out to catch their breath and give me a hiding place at the end of the road.
When the car rumbled, the dream began to hurt, rolled up the wind and reshaped every face.
Will the outlaws go all out? Is there a dead end or a hiding place? )
The night fog is so thick, so open and so turbulent that there is a hunch that the end of the road is a maze.
Desperados should go all out to catch their breath and give me a hiding place at the end of the road.
Let's go, don't ask where the road is, it's the only way to go in the wind.
Will the outlaws go all out? Is there a dead end or a hiding place? )
Let's leave now. I don't want to ask where the road is. What level is it?
Desperados should go all out to catch their breath and give me a hiding place at the end of the road.
When the car rumbled, the dream began to hurt, rolled up the wind and reshaped every face.
Will the outlaws go all out? Is there a dead end or a hiding place? )
The night fog is so thick, so open and so turbulent that there is a hunch that the end of the road is a maze.
Desperados should go all out to catch their breath and give me a hiding place at the end of the road.
(3) The military novel The Desperado was written by a writer.
Read a poem for you every day: Zhongshan Primary School.
For an enthusiastic fugitive,
The city looks too small.
L, let me look back on the night time with romance.
Stop the MRT to the sleeping east.
Like going to a dance.
We always arrive early and realistic.
Inherit miniature evil thoughts
That sweet look is like under a street lamp.
Sneaking in the island at night, even
Secret association and festival creation
The ring road is pink, and the playground is strawberry donuts.
Set the stars on the ferris wheel.
In the rain clouds, we consider cultivating aquatic plants and tropical fish.
Play the biggest hide-and-seek game
Secret recovery, back to—
"Dear L,
Actually, you are my name ... "
◎ About the author: Zeng Guilin (199 1-), a native of Yilan, Taiwan Province. He used to be the executive director of the itinerant poetry exhibition of the university, the president of the shimmering poetry club of Tamkang University, the editor-in-chief of the literary periodical Pick Up a few pages, and the editor-in-chief of Feng Qiu Poetry Magazine. He has been selected for more than ten poetry awards, such as the National College New Poetry Group and Tamkang University Qiushui Article New Poetry Group. Currently studying at East China College of Literature. He is the author of the collection of poetry and prose "Sleepwalking" and the photography prose exhibition "25 Time Zones" planned by 20 15.