The flickering notes alternate day and night.
I read in the afternoon sun.
Swimming happily in the turbulent hometown.
Life can also be poetic.
The wings that give birth to dreams flutter and fly.
Poetry can be as solid as life.
Smelling the wine floating into the steaming pot.
I firmly believe that the Muse also needs Ba Shi's life.
When she was barefoot, she wore a skirt like a butterfly.
The misty veil runs in the Yuan Ye.
The posture of running is the posture of life.
It has nothing to do with romance.
At this moment, you are reading quietly under the lamp.
My thoughts are tangled with love and hate.
It turns out that no one is superior to others in front of life.
Throw away the box of desire
Life can be as beautiful as poetry.
Give your soul to the muse.
Give life to poetry
Beautiful modern poetry appreciation 2 twilight, thick darkness.
A few stars that tried to twinkle that day.
This seems to be a heartbreaking cry.
It's like a hysterical phone call
The witch's terrible face hangs on the horizon.
The shadow of the mountain became the crawling body of the devil.
The waterfall began to scream, scaring away the eagle that was nursing its young.
Plop, plop, I can't find the peace of my nest anymore.
The moon has long been tempered by the gastric juice of the dog.
The puppet of the wind digs graves everywhere.
Mummies and vampires in ice coffins.
Assimilate into thousands of creatures and an individual.
Men and women who fell off the roof,
Broken face, broken limbs
Old people and young people hanging from trees
Pale and horrible smile and messy hair.
Scene,
The darkest place in the world has been formed.
And, oh, and
And a horrible woman with a spare tire.
Eyes, how to rub them,
Love and hate, resentment and affection in the dark, can we see clearly?
Heart, how to beat,
To get rid of chaos, death and the pain and suffering in life?
You make my youth amazing.
It also blurs my original face.
I broke the spell of your pain.
Predicted your false life.
Chaos,
Just catching your shadow. ...