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Wind and sand blowing ...

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.