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.