Meeting Magpie and Appreciation of Modern Poetry

reading casual books occasionally

it's rare

leaning against the window and swigging Erguotou

being drunk alone

dispelling all kinds of worries

suddenly smelling the magpie creaking

dull and loud

very pleasant to listen to

gazing at

the magpie climbing the branches in spring. Open your eyes instantly

and ask where the magpie is going

and the snake * * * Sleep

The scorching sun bakes the earth

Like baking a piece of bread

At the edge of the lotus pond

I have a bamboo stick with firewood on my head, lying sprawled under a tree and taking a nap

A snake came to my side

Under the same blue sky

She regarded me as a lover

Licked my forehead, lips and neck with her tongue. > with a scream of pain

I wriggled my waist and slipped away

Standing at the door of the horrible hell

I'm not frightened

nor eager to be saved

Enjoy today's freedom while I'm still alive

I've heard from my grandfather that

bamboo stick is the uncle of snake

snake is the nephew of bamboo stick

I.