# Poems belonging to the editorial department of Cosmic Exploration
The hidden explosion swallowed the dust, and the white cloth danced in the cracks in the wooden shed. Elephants never showed their huge size with it.
Finger in Finger Facing Canyon —— Editorial Department of Cosmic Exploration
Curious fish swam into the house, time grinded the rust at the end of the room, and the clouds in the canopy fell with the snow. They poured sweet love into the bottle-the editorial department of space exploration.
In endless dreams, the rice wall and dark clouds in the bowl are covered with spells to cover the tired bones of all beings-the editorial department of space exploration
The fox mumbles on the hillside, the Nian beast on the stove hibernates repeatedly, the terminator line separates the fingerprints of the earth, and the water plants cling to the wind to freeze the recursion of dreams-the editorial department of space exploration.
The valley is full of lonely travelers, who pour sweet love into bottles, dead children spit out fireflies, drag the dead souls on the table to avoid barking, flow along the fog, and the shadows float in the desolate sea of trees-the editorial department of space exploration
Smash the ears of wheat into dust. During deep chewing, balloons trapped by heavy snow cross the border and start a beautiful trip. Cicadas sing all over the riverbed, and people gather in a pile of fires on the shore in autumn.
Look at the returning steed beside the feathered haystack. The broken moonlight is brought back to the deep sea by the tide in exchange for jellyfish going up the mountain to cover the flowing sea-space exploration editorial department.
The bird in the bosom bypasses 100,000 suns, takes away the doused lightning, clouds and tides, whispers of gods, anchors that take root, oxidized love songs, Shan Ye's Chou He hate, treasures of gold and silver, wishful footprints, eternal fire of moths, everyone's names and fossils of rainbows-the editorial department of space exploration.
If the universe is a poem, each of us.
It is all the words that make up this poem. We have always loved each other, and then our words have become sentence after sentence. This poem can be written all the time. When this poem is written long enough, one day.
We can understand the meaning of our existence in this poem of the universe-the editorial department of space exploration.
This is not an ordinary Xue Huadian, it is the afterglow of the birth of the universe-Cosmic Exploration Editorial Department.
Each of us is both the riddle of "existence" and the answer to this riddle-the editorial department of space exploration.
We work from nine to five, in order to explore the universe one day-the space exploration editorial department.