They all went with the wind.
Many sky lanterns in the dark move with the wind.
Walking becomes a lonely lamp.
There is a lot of grass in the dark, moving with the wind.
Walking into a remnant leaf.
Many melodies in the dark, floating in the wind.
Walking became a lingering sound.
They all follow suit, but I can't.
Wind refers to extinction, death and silence.
When I walked against the wind, I walked towards the light source.
Root removal, vocal cords removal.
That is, facing the windy uterus.
It's like hearing God say, son, it's windy.
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My life is like a vegetable bug.
It is attached to the back of the vegetable leaf and stands opposite the world.
Small mouthparts, hermits
How much like me. Hold your head up, bit by bit.
Bite out a small hole and look at the sky.
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tool marks
I am a palm tree full of knife marks.
The spiral has been broken by my middle age.
The next year, relatives, take out sharp knives.
Cut two pieces of new brown and continue my broken lines.
I was so calm, listening to my screams when I was a child.
Let my middle-aged dandruff fall one after another
From the initial knife marks to the latest knife marks, I found that,
My youth has been entangled for a long time.
Suppose you saw the secret process of this injury.
Thank you for your concern about an old palm tree
I'm used to playing the gardener, playing the guitar and tying ropes.
Yes, my year.
They are the humblest juries in the world.
Their blades shine with the light of sentencing.
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Tell my daughter about the Big Dipper.
The Big Dipper is not the North Star.
The Big Dipper is seven stars.
There are four stars that are very strong. They form a square barrel.
Just like threshing.
The three stars are soft. They form a cushion.
Like blocking the valley
Polaris is a lone star, no matter it has how bright.
The Big Dipper is a star. It doesn't matter if it is dim.
First they are upside down in the sky, and then they tilt a little every day.
As if there were invisible forces, the stars were slowly righted.
The rice is ripe, Big Dipper
Finally sit firmly in the deep night sky.
Heaven is full of predictions, so we look up.
Daughters, sometimes, believe in reincarnation.
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Birds in the middle of the river
Bird egg
Slowly turn yourself into an empty shell.
I like looking for those empty shells left in the grass.
Covered with hemp spots, gently rub.
It will break.
Above the river, the clean sky
There must be a little waterfowl.
It flew out of the empty shell in my palm.
I didn't crush it
I'm afraid to see the flying one.
Sudden spasm
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Treatment method of two washing baskets
They spent most of their long lives doing nothing.
Side by side, one basket sees another.
It's discontent
When stacking, one laundry list found the damage of another laundry list.
Has lost its upper limit.
When the buckle is reversed.
As a hungry child for many years, I hid in a laundry list.
Squeezed a part of the emptiness
Another laundry basket hung on the wooden wall and became a game.
Meaningless supplement
At this time, silence is the only child in the village.
Laundry baskets and laundry baskets are twins in the village.
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Dust cleaning
Mother sweeps the floor on the open roof every day.
You can collect a pinch of dust every day.
The sky is rather dirty.
I can't tell at all.
The smallest aircraft wants to find an open space to live in.
Mother tried to drive them away.
Why do blue sky and white clouds pinch themselves to dust?
I didn't understand until I was ten years old.
Sometimes I look up and want to let the invisible dust
Cover your face. Mother lowered her head.
Sweep from the outer ring to the inner ring
It's like collecting debris from the wind and sand outside the sky.
Then spread a mat and let me lie down.
Let me watch the stars race with the stars.
I know, tomorrow
Some more pieces will fall.
Slowly collected by mother and slowly buried.
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A dog barking woke the buddhas.
The village is so small that a barking dog can take care of all the land.
Echo can take care of the wilderness farther away.
The tired body of a 90-year-old woman. Near where dogs bark.
Her baby stays away from barking dogs.
A higher Buddhist temple
At the end of the barking.
This is a purebred yellow dog named Grey II. Her newborn daughter.
His name is two and a half pounds and his hair is black and white.
Zhang yuanlun
Miao, 1976, from Pengshui Miao and Tujia Autonomous County, Chongqing. He has a collection of poems, such as Naka and Two Figures. In 20 18, he won the People's Literature Award, the Chen Ziang Youth Poetry Award in 20 16, the Chongqing Literature Award, the Bashu Youth Literature Award, the Galaxy Star Poetry Award and the Poets' Friendship Award in 20 17. Participated in the 7th National Youth Creation Meeting and the 32nd Youth Poetry Meeting of Poetry Magazine. Chongqing College of Literature signed a contract writer. Song Against the Wind, a collection of poems, was selected as the fifth season of China's good poems by China Youth Publishing House/Minority Bookstore.