Father dug a nest with a hoe, and I left two peanuts.
The nest is not deep
I really want to throw myself at you.
I wonder if I will be angered by the wind now.
Also germinate
A peanut is a big heartbreak in your palm.
I was at a loss by a shout.
Who sits on the red bedstead all winter?
Love knocks at the door.
You're a surprise. You're devastated.
It jumped up and landed outside the nest.
As red as an unfinished promise
The sky is so blue.
God, when you planted me,
Is it casual, too
Two? give you
A simple teahouse, I like you with simple eyes.
Your beard and your tossing and turning face made me sad last night.
Want to bring you, almost lost all the way.
Except for the withered spring scenery outside the window
After meeting you, you have been in love with others, one after another.
I have no right to be jealous, I can only escape again and again.
So I've been living until you die.
When the crowd dispersed, when the flame of your soul turned to ashes.
I love you. I want to hold you.
Leave your eroded body in the world.
I forgive you for hurting me again and again for them.
Because I love you.
I have also had the heyday of desire, and I have had many nights of mental and physical tension.
But I have never exiled myself.
As long as my body is as clean as my heart.
Even so, it's not to see you.
Three? To the 90-year-old man in A Le
I picked the willow tree in front of my house.
Cut off a piece of moderate thickness
Be my crutch
Choose a sunny day to see you.
Near-Earth Objects Passing Through Cities
The wind across the street corner
Choose a calm day to visit you.
From the twin towers of Jianghan
Walking through the broad shadows of the photoelectric building
Your waist is bent.
I happen to be with you, Qi Mei.
I still walk behind you.
Habit is in your shadow.
Put your thoughts away.
The only difference is that
Occasionally you and I cough.
replace
I don't know where to start.
Four? My name is Chu.
Family members usually wait for you to love me or cook for me.
I am full of confidence and play the flute when the moon is full in the west wing.
I hid all my beliefs, bookmarks and poems.
Leaving only the first-order moonlight and the dispensable breeze.
My name is Chu, and there are always thousands of rivers and volcanoes covered by universities in my heart.
With four seasons and broken species in his hand.
My mountains and rivers shine in the emotions of the past thousand years.
When the boat goes upstream and the song rises, whose cry begins to be poetic.
My name is Chu. I'm wearing a rock-jumping penguin and a skirt, jumping and jumping.
My country is the map in my heart.
I'm waiting for you to love me at will.
Plant soybeans and sesame seeds at will.
My land can take root at any time.
No matter when you come, the weather is fine.
I like this dusk.
I like this dusk, and I like the silent fragrance in the air.
If there is a bell, it comes from the tree.
From the wings of birds
Sent out
I like this blue, bright sadness: it flows slowly through the clouds.
Falling light
I like the broken sound in my body,
And the healing process.
-those alternate joys and sorrows, the secret of new life in the process of alternation.
Even this hopeless life is what I love.
Because of the way you wave in the distance
It's like an order to make everything grow.
It's dawn on Saturday.
It's dawn and the quilt is still cold.
The birdsong outside the window is wet, and the blessing tide of a camphor tree.
It's cold, too
How dark it is.
Pass me the first cruel word in spring.
Following the crowd to the seaside, I wrapped my despair tightly.
It was too dark last night. I stole it, stole it.
Go door to door looking for someone who loves me.
No one is at home, so I fall in love with others.
Won't fall in love with me
It's dawn and the danger is over.
I crossed the abyss and put the pieces together.
Get dressed.
Seven, very good.
Spring has passed.
There are thick birds singing on the branches.
that‘s great
I can't hear your birdsong.
But it's another morning full of dew.
This is not bad.
This morning was not from my hometown.
It's on its way.
That's not bad either.
I don't know where you are.
But knowing that you are in this world
I feel very at ease.
I don't know who you are talking to.
But knowing your accent
It seems that I heard.
There is a lot of sadness in the world.
I can't stand all this.
that‘s great
Eight, I just live like this.
I just live like this.
Living to see my parents need my help.
Live until my son marries a girl and goes home.
Life is nothing, love is nothing.
Marriage is incurable and health is incurable.
In a thousand damn fates.
I seized the chance to live.
I sang and turned my steps.
My face disappeared into the night.
At dawn, I put up the smiling flag again.
Sometimes I am a dog of life.
More often, life is my dog.
Tough is not a good word
In the haha mirror on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.
It can only walk flat.
Nine? The distance between me and spring
I'm going to cut off my foot to get close to you.
I want to let go of my arm and hug you again.
I want you to step on me.
I want to hear the echo of iron.
Let thunder and lightning roar past my chest.
Let lightning return from my left eye to my right eye.
Spring and I are separated by a flower.
Crossing a river, a pair of butterfly wings
Me and spring
Experienced 365 days from pain to torture.
Spring and I just ...
With a gesture, a shout, a promise
Love and hate face each other across the sea.
Beauty and ugliness accompany each other.
For whom flowers bloom, and for whom the rain sounds.
I'm asking questions.
I can't calculate the distance between me and spring.