woman
There are elegant butterflies with blurred wings, flying.
There are beautiful flowers in the cold wind.
There are white clouds hidden in the blue sky, and they smell of sunshine.
There is tenacious grass, and the ruins suddenly show a faint green light.
There are branches and leaves at the top, and there is a little free wind.
There is still a little love, wet rain.
Rinse, surround and soak with water.
Time, rivers, people
Spread absurd myths to the world like a falling bird.
Dreams, decorated into beautiful skirts.
Carrying toxic drugs with you, psychedelic feeling, as charming as a white fox.
Can break your bones and occupy your tenderness.
Soften your heroic pride.
She described her relatives in fog, clouds and mountains.
Stretching out a slender hand between the lines of thousands of years of poetry
Captured the spoony people in the world
Then, at night and in the moonlight.
Chasing moonlight
Even toxic.
You still have to hold her in your hand.
Carve her on the ribs and feel the pain at any time.
She must live in your heart all her life.
You'll never forget the journey of your life.
Still waiting for her at the intersection of the afterlife
Rusty door
It is the wind of time that darkens the bright clothes.
It is also the rain of time, which removes the face of youth.
Slowly, it rustles day and night.
Rough enough to easily wear away passing eyes.
Open it with a key and close it with a lock.
Touching inadvertently every day.
It's like stroking a slowly aging face.
Sometimes, it is rough and careless.
Cut my hand.
Blood spattered on it.
Like splashing on a person's face
I don't have time to shout "pain"
Be violently attacked by the wind
Its rust has been worn away by years.
Broken particles slide slowly with the wind.
Gently, don't make a sound.
I know, it's getting thinner.
deposit
Actually, I am a part of water.
It is also a part of water precipitation.
For a long time, I have been choosing.
It settles at the bottom of the water, which is the deepest bottom.
I like, like soft, invisible, transparent and moist water.
Like another world without sadness and joy.
There is nothing around me except water.
My position on the water.
There are all kinds of walking footprints.
They have different faces and different expressions.
Wearing coats of different colors and shades.
The body is full of different ideals, ideas and different pursuits.
I can feel these footprints.
Step on it with different strength
Dragging all kinds of weights, pains, gains and losses.
And the sharp temptation of unknown fate on the wheel of time
My water is not very good.
Hold your breath and make sure to stay underwater.
Avoid the world under the sky
I know it's tiring
I know better that people who walk on water are more tired.
dream of doing sth.
I want to be by the clear stream
Build a small house
Let the reflection of the hut lie on the river.
The land around the small house is covered with green fruits and vegetables.
Fruits and vegetables are neatly placed on the land, just like small books with green squares.
I sit in a small house.
The small house is located among green fruits and vegetables.
I think I'm over ninety years old.
The skin on his face is wrinkled like rough paper on a paper machine.
My hair can't be called hair anymore.
The remaining white silk sticks firmly to the scalp.
Afraid of falling
I stretched out a hand like an old branch.
There is also a bad old man around.
Cough every day and aim down at the soil on the ground.
Start drinking tea and wine early every morning.
So, direct or oblique sunlight
Strong or weak sunshine, far or near sunshine.
Start to be our neighbors.
I visit my roof almost every day.
My bad old man and I squint every day.
Open your eyes hard.
Looking up at the light on the eaves
I own the whole street.
Now, suddenly a huge car
Pass me by quickly.
It was quiet and idle all around.
Street lamps hesitate to express their wrong feelings in the night.
It seems that the breath in the whole air has stopped.
It seems that the whole street is mine, and the width is mine.
I shrugged and held my neck down.
Trying to clear the cold wind from all directions.
I'm on my way home.
It's not cold to go home and hide in a small room.
I think hard.
I am not as good as Dashu.
The first leaf fell off and the second leaf fell off.
The third leaf fell off.
When all the leaves are gone.
This tree is bare.
The first hair fell off, and so did the second hair.
The third hair fell out.
When all the hair is gone
I am bald, too.
However, the leaves of this big tree will grow out next spring.
I can't do it.
So I'm not as good as Dashu.
bus
Now, it's shaking.
In this space with my body.
Started shaking, which really made me feel it.
The strength of the word shake.
.
Whether sitting or standing.
You must hold a fixed fulcrum tightly with both hands.
Everyone can't get rid of it and can't control themselves.
I can only listen to him and obey him helplessly.
Tilt to the left, tilt to the right, tilt forward, and keep shaking.
.
While shaking, someone was dozing off.
Someone is whispering and chatting.
Someone changed the other leg and stood a little tired.
Some people are laughing and some children are crying.
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No matter how it shakes, it is dragged forward by him.
Keep moving
Until we reach the finish line.
overcoat
The clothes worn on the outermost part of the human body are called coats.
There are many styles of coats, some long and some short.
This coat has many colors.
Not everyone wears a coat.
You will be able to be a decent person.
It may also be a tiger, a wolf, a leopard, a fox, a dog, etc.
Non-human animals
Not everyone is what they wear.
Sometimes it becomes various types and shapes.
Leather of various colors.
Such as tiger skin, fox skin and wolf skin, or cowhide and sheepskin.
So every time I put on my coat,
Walking in the crowd, or walking in a long and lonely alley.
Or walking in the street, every step is very careful.
Afraid of being recognized behind your back
Covered with the skins of wild animals.
Stand up spring
so far
I still think the beginning of spring.
It's a spring that stands up.
I'd rather have my mother call me a.
A whimsical little fool
Winter begins to come on this day.
Spring stands on this day.
All the flowers and trees
Will stand up quietly and slowly.
My depraved mother
Maybe it's in the dirt, too
This time of year.
Be surrounded by stubborn weeds and trees
erect
I am cleaning the glass.
Once yesterday, once today.
Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I will continue to wipe it again.
If you don't wipe it for a day
There is always some occasional dust pollution.
Let the original transparent glass be covered with a thin layer of ash.
If you don't wipe it
I looked out of the house, and it was gray.
Makes me feel
The world around us is gray.
I will be afraid and lose my way.
So, in order to be more clear and true.
Look at the world and recognize the world.
I clean the glass every day, all the time.
Although the hands are covered with dust and dirt.
Walking on the path in my hometown
There are fields in the east and fields in the west.
There are fields in the south and fields in the north.
I am surrounded by fields, and my distance is also fields.
I walked on the path in the middle of the field.
The little black dog from my hometown followed me not far away.
I am afraid that I will become a lost person who has lost my way.
It doesn't know I'm in this field.
I touched every inch of land here one foot deep and one foot shallow.
It doesn't know me and this field.
In fact, it is a ...
Fish zhe
At this point, the kitchen knife rubbed back and forth on it.
Like a demon, looking for scales all over it.
It hurts, but it doesn't make any noise. It wants to cry.
Only one mouth can breathe.
It knows that death is near.
It must try to open its eyes before it dies.
Look at this muddy world.
See what else you can take.
What do you regret not doing?
death warrant
In the afternoon, the weather is particularly sunny.
The sunshine is surprisingly white.
As pale as the pale face of a sad person.
White as a sad face in the sky.
The sunshine is still so warm.
He radiates dazzling light, as if with unusual toxicity.
It looks particularly hypocritical
Because God has issued another execution order.
Sent another poet to heaven.
If I can, I really want to tear one.
Tear it off like ordinary white paper and tear it into powder.
Maybe we can release those who are in heaven.
Continue to return to this world
Keep hurting, keep smiling gently.
Continue to literature, continue to call Li Xiaoyu.
Wild
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I want to be like the wind.
Through your fragrant hair
Or shove it in your face
I want to be like the wind.
Touch your ear and whisper to you.
Kiss your eyes gently.
.
Oh, dear, I just want to be the wind around you in my life.
Love you in such an invisible but passionate way
I will love you, protect you and spoil you for life.
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You seem to be standing in the wind.
Blowing my brand-new spring affectionately.
Let me hug you, always hug you.
Because you live in my heart willfully.
Guqin dreamland
Leaving the upstream of the string is
The soul of a thousand years ago
She pricked my eardrum with notes.
Tentacles are as small as bugs.
Leaders with the wind come into me everywhere.
Touch my heart
Or an ancient windowsill, a dissatisfied housewife.
Or a brave man who is full of knowledge and wants to serve his country.
Or a leisurely shepherd boy on the back of a cow in a foggy forest in rural Xiao Ye.
Or the warm whisper of an old man in a secluded hut in the mountains.
Coherent or unrelated scenes.
Stay away from the piano and swing like a splash.
It's like knocking on the door of a secret cave.
Constructed an endless dream
And I hope it's a crazy painter.
silent
I give time to fear.
She hollowed out the sound of waves beating against rocks in my mind.
She stole her mother's milk fragrance in the old house in her hometown.
She smoothed away the remnants of youth hidden in my heart.
She took away her childhood that she could never go back.
Everything seems to be progressing slowly.
Love slowly, die slowly, and grow old slowly.
Even a slow clock goes very slowly.
But these slow movements
It's just the distance from the beginning to the end of a dream.
There is nothing someone can do.
About how the earth rotates day and night.
When the moon is round, when it is flat, and when it goes back.
When the sun is high, when it falls into the sunset.
About how the wind blows, when it blows and when it stops.
About how the season started last night.
How did the beautiful flowers in the garden become notorious overnight
The dazzling lotus flower for the road accident.
Complain about the pungent smell of medicine in the hospital and the pain in the hospital bed
And the ghost of heaven in the corridor of intensive care unit
Sorry, there's nothing I can do.
I can only discard many memories like an empty person.
Just like that little girl on the side of the road, running and laughing.
Laughing and laughing, the flowers on the braid are about to bloom.
The illusion of March
This is the magician's hand.
Fingers are light and unpredictable.
Your eyes are staring at him unblinkingly.
I didn't see his every move.
I only saw him wave his hand and it began to rain.
He waved again and the rain stopped.
A spring breeze blows across your cheek.
He took a deep breath in the sun.
The little bud on the branch opened with a pop.
Take another breath.
The petals fell like snow.
The fragrance fills your nostrils.
His fingertips gently point to the back of your neck.
You didn't wake up right away, but it happened.
Oh, the old spring has become a new spring.
The new spring suddenly turned into the old spring.