asphalt
Microorganisms crawled out of the cracks.
Rebuild the nest
Mushroom cultivation room
Tall and big.
Think of democracy as paint and saliva.
canvass
This freedom of calcification is the most difficult.
I'm soft again.
3. Dreaming mushrooms when dreaming,
The mountain wind played light music in the forest.
Magnificent and gentle
Squirrel lovers are reminding each other at the moment.
Shh, be quiet. Don't disturb others.
Because mushrooms are shy.
I like watching animals compete under big trees.
Listen to the Pine Brothers collectively recite the wind songs.
Mushrooms are dreamy, lonely and melancholy.
She sometimes dreams of rain and grass in Mao Mao.
She doesn't know what other mushrooms are busy with.
Even bowed their heads and tortured the meaning of survival.
Tagore's Birds Singing
Mushroom wrote a poem with a smile. Maybe it's true.
There will be good dreams, good luck and a good mood.
She is eager to find a slender branch.
Make a pen. Mushrooms. Mushrooms When the fresh shower leaves, a bunch of rotten wood and colorful mushrooms on the rotten wood are exposed on the ground. Angel girls distributed spy mushrooms to us. No talent in the pocket or deeper inside, like to leak! A red man's bald head and a green woman's chest have so many swollen thoughts. I don't know which ones are toxic and which ones are non-toxic, but mushrooms are squatting in the corners of the mouth between the eyebrows. In dreams, or on paper, we buried countless mushrooms, which would rot. The river full of mushrooms is full of mushrooms. Really, mom. There is a river where your hand crossed. My past hasn't had time to flow slowly. The child in the red coat shows his skin during the day. Pick mushrooms on your water with a smiling basket, and don't walk into the darkness of night. Mom and I went back to the fairy tale world. Grandma Wolf hid in your last sentence, "Run, son!" "The voice revealed the teeth during the day, and it was dark again. Will my love be lost? Mom. My childhood, gone forever, your hand filled my eyes with the sound of the river. Don't take the lonely road in the dark. Mom, it has been raining. Mom, in the circle surrounded by your arms and time, in the circle of rolling mud and gravel, you are fixed in a posture. Your back is like a flat and solid stone. How I want to sit on your back as gently as I did in my childhood, and I don't want to get up for a long time. How quiet mom is. Those mushrooms are like flowers in the dark. Mom, your love blooms in the deeper darkness. Those crystal clear water drops soak the fragrance from your limbs into the universe. Your color is covered with shadows. Mom, your love blooms in more lives. They will spread to every living land with their desire for life. I believe that wolves in fairy tales always die. I'm coming to you along the river. Mom, your love comes from the depths of the universe, from the most mysterious place, and it shapes you and your boundless love. Mom, the little white flowers on countless people's chests are like countless mushrooms by the river. Give your blessing to every student in the class. Go back to the classroom. Mom, don't look at me guiltily. All the children are your children. Standing in the warm sunshine of heaven, you will certainly hear songs praising you everywhere from the ruins after the disaster. Mom, you are like a beautiful queen. The richest mother in the world is at peace. Let me tell you about your river full of mushrooms ... 6. Mushrooms start from seeds.
Growing in this dark corner
Time passed silently.
It's gradually forgotten.
The legend of sunshine
I am breathing humid air.
Don't ask what night it is today.
One day, the sun accidentally spilled.
My weak body
Can't stand this hot caress
I struggled to escape.
Please the sun forget me.
Please the moon forget me.
Please forget me, twinkling stars all over the sky.
I am a gray-black mushroom.
Never put on a beautiful coat.
Please mountains and rivers forget me.
Please forget me among the flowers
Please warm butterflies and bees forget me.
In the spring when flowers are blooming.
I will always be a dissonant note.
Maybe one day.
I can also embrace the clear blue sky.
Maybe by then I had become
Tiny dust particles
Floating between heaven and earth