The wind and sand blew across the grassland.
The wind and sand blow across the grassland almost without stopping.
All the grass is too low.
They fell down one by one.
Grasping sand with grass roots
Sandstorm blew into the city.
The sandstorm finally blew into the city.
On the streets of the city
They galloped away.
Faster than pedestrians
They met concrete buildings.
Encounter glass curtain wall
They blow all the way up.
Exploded with excitement
On the highest floor
Cry the most
Dust storms blow through the city where I live.
Blow all the way to the south
The wind and sand will blow me down.
When it blew over me
It's getting weaker.
depressed
Bend slowly in still life
In still life
Bend slowly
exist
Still life plum
Slowly, bend: the flame in the soup
Cat's paw in the dead of winter
Bow in the body.
It broke with a click
sea of bitterness
I have opposed blisters all my life.
Dictators, eunuchs, musicians
A good doctor, a couple
Flower dealer
I have opposed it all my life.
Bubbles emerged from the water.
night watchman
The clock struck twelve.
I caught a fly in a mosquito net.
I don't need my hands.
This process is very simple.
I use understanding and cursing
I said: fly, I said: blood.
I said, I'll cancel you at twelve thirty.
Then I'm like a drop of medicine
fall asleep
The clock strikes thirteen when
The buzz of flies: a pair of big earrings
Still haunting my ears.
The first light music. Singing alone. Walk quietly
The sound of running water, the sound of "alas"
Half-open lips. A cat in pajamas
Walk around. And then on the loudspeaker
Silk, announcer's saliva, black and purple
Cold colors and cold noodles. Sidili
Bury your ears and bones under your clothes.
I have lost so much weight.
I dare not open my eyes: talcum powder and the past days "fool's lamp-I will never tolerate it"
I will never tolerate it.
those
In public places
Toilet?
After defecation
Non-scouring
urinal
human
I love your loneliness as much as you love my loneliness.
Zhao and Liu Youyuan
One is my nephew.
Seven and a half years old
One is my nephew.
be five (years old)
Now the two of them have gone out to play.
Basongcuo
Naked oats are still tender.
You can eat it.
Then the towel gourd knotted.
You can pick it every day.
There are not many things that satisfy me.
I only see two magnolia flowers.
white
I see many peach blossoms.
They are all pink.
Rotten and vulgar.
The feeling of a stick floating. My father took me there.
Locked in the house
Father, please give me a minute.
The radio said: you are a peach tree, but you don't bear peaches.