2. stuttering, I am disabled, I can't bite my crazy thinking, I can't bite my legs. Your saliva smells musty everywhere, and my, my, my lungs are so tired. I want to break through, and you are all in a hurry to break through. I, I, I, my machine-gun language is full of comfort. Stuttering my life, there is no ghost in my life. Look at me. It's okay.
Looking at the endless wheat fields, the fragrance permeates their stomachs. The biggest slacker in the city has become a glorious farmer and wheat in poetry. In the name of sunshine and rain, I appeal: starve them, today's poets! First of all, starve me to death, an accomplice in polluting the land with ink, a species in the art world.
When the moon climbs up, you can only see half the yard, half the rivers and mountains, and half the earth. Tonight, half the warmth of spring and half the sound of insects pass through half the green screen window. ...
5. Who is the white hair for? For the people who love you, of course. She will be heartbroken, know what you have suffered in this world, and pity you. I don't care. The fact is that you are getting old. In this way, white-haired born to love is also white for love.
6. Some people say that I am "diligent", but I just want to laugh, because I am not diligent and have not done anything consciously. On the other hand, from a social point of view, I can also be called "lazy". If poetry doesn't come out, it is "lazy"!
7. White as snow, green as a tomb, yellow as the Yellow River and black as the Black Mountain, there is a lonely soul wandering in the land of the north, and I regard it as the immortal soul of this huge empire.
8. When the sun rises, the boy falls from the sky, laughing and laughing all the way, which resounds throughout the morning. The morning wind blew and the sun rose higher. The boy pointed to the sun and told us, "This is-day, day * damn' day'". His voice echoed this morning, making me a poet. He was ashamed of his name.
9. The train is crossing the Yellow River, and I urinate in the toilet. I know I shouldn't. I should sit by the window or stand by the car door, with my left hand in my waist and my right hand on my forehead, and look out like a great man, at least like a poet, thinking about things or historical records on the river.
10, when the bright moon sets the crow, it faces the frost alone; When Jiangfeng spontaneously ignited into a fishing fire, she slept alone; Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City is the temple where Hanshan meets. The midnight bell reached the passenger ship and became a mysterious laugh line of the water in a river.
1 1, her habit of coitus made me soft; Her coitus habit broke the earth. This terrible woman, I couldn't see her face clearly, and her messy clothes were draped over the back of the chair. When she shouted the name of the Fuehrer at the climax, she was extremely happy. This shrill cry aroused my softness. I'm not Jewish, but I have human softness.