The sun is new every day.
People die every morning.
The sun she saw was like this.
It rises and falls slowly.
rise again
She has been lying here watching for several days.
A few years passed.
Her legs still can't move.
Maybe forever.
But her heart is active.
Free as her eyes.
She saw the layer of snow on the windowsill.
As white as a nurse, like her youth.
snow
She doesn't feel cold.
She just felt a little depressed.
Life is so beautiful.
She hasn't had time to nourish love.
She's a little tired.
She closed her eyes.
When she tried to open it, she couldn't.
She felt depressed.
She has gone with the wind.
The snow outside the window may have melted.
She trembled a few times.
She finally thought of it.
The Complete Works of Modern Poetry in Junior High School: Totem of nothingness
one-third of the students
I saw time become a zero point.
Become a signal
Implant cornea
Seed nerve
I snuggled up in your arms.
Your warm feathers begin to hatch.
The silence of the night
My pulse is pounding badly.
The enthusiasm was swept away.
Ice growing in my heart
Blood in the sun lit up.
Golden journey
I began to fall into the depravity of human nature.
Climb the soaring of the soul
I'm tearing at your climate.
With great power
Play with your physical skull
In the blue stamens of the moon
I saw a thick layer of black smoke-
Totem of spiritual nothingness
The Complete Works of Modern Poetry in Junior High School: Nocturnal Songs
simple
Along the line
I slipped down slowly.
I feel the nakedness of the night in your body.
The bird opened the wound for me.
A paper bird, bleeding.
There are purple lines in the oblique night.
The feeling of tilting makes me keep an eye on the wind.
Even God is asleep.
But I woke up.
Loneliness. Black.
lonely ...
The Complete Works of Modern Poetry in Junior High School: Building Roads
In the afternoon, the sunshine is like tar sand.
Hit me in the face
Burning pain has no depth.
We build roads in the suburbs.
The corn is shaking at us.
Desolate limbs after harvest
This rough work is just a simple repetition.
Lack of some exploratory significance
I stop to think about this problem from time to time.
Sit on a horizontal box.
In your own shadow
Write down these verses
The Complete Works of Modern Poetry in Junior High School: The Lost Lamb
simple
Will the bleeding stop?
After the music was played, the singing and dancing stopped.
High heels stand on tiptoe.
Give it a gentle kiss.
a bunch of keys
Redefine another door
Will the tears stop?
A layer of gauze wraps the body.
Has poor transparent texture.
They are laughing.
Put on desire and money leisurely.
Fixed flower wing
sample
Tortured by fate
Numb the blade.
Don't mess up a strand of hair.
Night parties occasionally wake them up.
Watching your limbs ferment in the residual wine
Empty, empty.
Whose shell is this?
No life