Invisible chains were broken around her and scattered into the fountain of the sanctuary.
This is her real body. Her hiding place.
Open a centennial capsule with one hand.
Between the dense numbers, in the entanglement between ending and rebirth.
Sort out a secret. An agreement. The emptiness of one hand
She saw the shining blue elf with a colorful stone in his mouth.
A horse is running in the Milky Way, capturing the air with sound. I want to cross the desert and cross the bridge.
Come here. You used to be beautiful.
The map is too small and the world is too big.
I am used to holding your change and unchanging with my hands.
You sleep in my dictionary, and I will wake you up with camel grass.
We grow silently, like snow accumulated in winter.
Although some people don't believe it, the snowman is our witness.
We believe in children because they are closest to God.
When we melt, the sun is our witness. You said you wanted to be Achilles, hector, a hero and Gesar.
You said you just wanted to make a fish tonight.
At night, use trees to draw the bright light at noon.
Let the sun god and the moon god get closer.
You hugged me like a toilet mirror.
In a blue star, thousands of stars shine.
In a cloud, there are ten thousand clouds floating.
My elf opened his eyes.
The glory of the abyss, the crystallization of tears
A piece of fallen leaves, carved with jade texture and dream texture.
The wind rises with the dust and flows through countless times.
The blue lying quietly is just the coat of the gods.
We must stubbornly find the soul between you and me.
Tonight, all the melancholy mouths are shouting.
Tonight, all lonely faces are crying at sea.
Endless Qinghai Lake
Take away our yesterday.
Sprinkle wine, salt, tears and blood into our today and tomorrow, breath after breath, in the dream.
The rhythm of a narrative poem is relaxed in the illusion of fairy tales.
She appeared in his scene, covered with flowers, green grass and blue sky arches.
He created a happy image in an unusual way.
Turn for the sake of turning. When he stops, he wants to continue.
He drank water inside her like an hourglass and sucked the blue sky in the wind.
He and she piled up the scattered sand, just like knocking down the building block castle of childhood.
Birch trees and ivy adorn their sacred garden.
The song of the leaves shaking the flute and pipa
The black figure bounces the joy of yellow buds and the sadness of brown plants.
Hidden themes are like butterfly wings, with transparent air inside.
The soft waist was held up by a pair of hands, overflowing with the fragrance of the red goblet.
The straw shook the code word and fell asleep with the light on.
Lush dreams haunt their hair, and winter wrinkles disappear like snow.
They sit on the moon, swing around with the moon in their arms, and pick garlands of stars.
On a night without thunder and lightning, they are lonely.
The same breath, the same image, slipping into the light and darkness of the sea.
The flame of dawn makes the morning new.
The flying fish in her eyes did not rise, but touched a point.
This is the street garden.
The center of the body. The center of the world.
That's it, that's it.
Brain stem, ears, eyes
It is also the nerve center of everything.
Your hand touched my heart.
Touch my childhood, youth and old age.
Touch the only exit of the garden
The only entrance. Between them/among them
This is a tunnel as long as you.
Spasm of time and space leads to a cemetery as fragrant as Phalaenopsis and me in the picture.
Induce the silence of Kelnak Temple together.
The setting sun hangs over huge columns and obelisks.
The light gradually dimmed. A scarab climbed to my side.
Did it fall from the cuneiform?
The clock points to 18. You're in the dark with weeds
Hide. I entered the tower door again.
The totem on the post makes my heart beat faster.
I walked to the holy lake. The reflection in the water reflected a red face.
You said, "How beautiful!"
The clock points to 19. That scarab
Climb out. From grasslands, mountains, deserts and jungles.
Its loneliness is our position.
Our hiding place 1
The night takes off the clothes of the city with its eyes.
Verbs that go deep into the street begin to turn green and wet.
The barking maned dog silenced the community.
The shadows of trees on the glass bear the density of seabed fossils.
Like a soft swan leaving scratches on the water.
Swing broke the story of the day and hit the lingering clouds.
They spread out their canvases and began to draw Dawn and Sunny Rain.
Hot sun, storm. The action from hook to strangulation
From cracking to friction. From the mountain to the sea. From abdomen to back
Listen quietly to the contraction and expansion of the fjord.
The lotus flowers standing in the pond of the community are shining in the dream.
Their imagination reduced abstract things to the shape of heaven.
In paintings invisible to the naked eye.
Between the dead and the living.
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I see people in low-resolution texts.
Observing the city from high-definition images, the river must have originated in the east and the west.
Yellow skin swims in the spring sea.
Silver, white clouds
The reflection of flame dance in the glass sky
A hand covered my eyes. I saw a cloud covering the sky.
In ancient mythology, the golden wind blew and Pan Shen played his own reed flute.
The king occupied the city, and fierce horses devoured the pasture.
Burning flags and spring in the belly are the details of future movies.
Today is a great creation.
On the beating ECG, a red line is connected to the metal chip in the church.
The night in Capricorn has never been brighter than it is today, running all the way.
Light up the lights like an exclamation point.
Tomorrow, the bell of dawn will lead us back to the starting point.
It is also the destination: the hut, an upright leaf, and the cross.
By the green grave in the rose garden, the snow on the green grave "experiences memory and death ..."
Where the pen tip passes, green trees and hair are intertwined.
Inside the bamboo board room: the trembling of porcelain is in your hands.
A pause between the Adam's apple and the pen is necessary.
Swallowing water-dyed rice paper is a fatal blow.
Take another sip-
In order to spit out some white
Black likes white, just as old people like children.
Tangible likes intangible. A parallel line with point spread.
Through the fence of bamboo forests growing out of the ground
At noon, when I became a Gemini in the sky, I dreamed that I was rotting on a stake.
I saw my body cut in half by a magician.
Divided me, plural me
The earth and the sky, moths and fire
Falcons crawl in fish guts on the beach.
A mollusk's journey home.
Like Odysseus tied to a mast
The prehistoric sea of debauchery is full of disasters.
When you draw my ear with your finger.
-Turn the red warp wheel
Flying is like a sign of God.
The axis of happiness saved the sunshine on the tree of nature.
The blue sea glides through dreams.
I see spring dancing with the wind.
In the golden noon, the thick green sap is extracted from the trunk.
A dying man
In the resurrection full of tempering pain
Discover your dandelion childhood.
Wait for a period of time
One night. Cosmic night
Deform the sun. Zeus, golden rain
Swan, windmill, Shan Ying, rainbow.
Composition of elliptical dusk entering dawn
Some original plots have been abstracted.
Take a deep breath: many 20 1 1 are stacked together.
Like a prayer wheel in a priest's hand, coated with ghee.
The wind passed through an old hut.
Through the layers of silk and air film on the spider's web
A gypsy woman with her eyes closed
Muttering to myself. The rain leaked on the wall.
Like a face on a poker.
Whirlpool cocktail. The cake began to melt.
Relaxed muscles. Mobile tent
Wait until it's gone.
Surround this tree. She rode in a carriage and was proficient in rhetoric.
Extracting rose essence from ancient blast furnace
The ashes of time restored the luster of the film.
Eliminate the toxicity of sulfur in breathing and inhalation.
She has the courage to take responsibility.
Try to accomplish one thing.
He rode a beautiful brown horse, whipping and whistling.
The Vulcan dream is realized on horseback.
The country on the forehead passes through sand dunes and weeds
Beauty's laughter and flute are mountains and rivers.
At night, his eyes are wolf's eyes.
During the day, he lived like a hero.
She lives in a myth.
Extend out of the garden and waterfall and become happier every day.
Fresher every day.
He is the protagonist of this myth.
Peak man, chaos knight
Their beauty is becoming part of the world.
Coniferous forest at the top of the mountain
The sun kissed the shadow of spruce.
Dancing in a green skirt is very small for us.
As small as a sieve hole in spring.
Fruit as small as corn.
I dance around the fruit.
I look at the sea with a sieve.
Walk out of the Tibetan sutra cave
I got a text message.
Said bin Laden had been killed by American troops.
I think it's bin Laden.
Pushed me out of the hole.
trip
It suddenly got dark.
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Loulan kingdom is brightly lit by my pillow.
The night in my mind slipped from my neck.
The feather on the top of the hat dances with the bride of Loulan.
The wool blanket on the chest bulged.
Insects flying in honey are humming western songs.
Eat their silk
I saw my sheepskin boots taken away by a woman.
She has a long nose and big eyes.
Wearing a red shawl
With long braids.
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"One day, the mole attacked our house.
People abandoned the city. I'll stay and wait for my man
He didn't come. "
Loulan's bride's words remind me of the bones of Yumenguan.
Karmic fragments next to the skull
The bronze glow of the wreckage.
Behind the prosperity of the empire
Covered with a quilt she made for her relatives.
Pieces of white wool hardened into those who were seriously injured.
Four thousand years of spring breeze turned to ashes.
A submerged ideal city, a tribe.
But I can't blow out her black hole eyes.
"Not dying, not satisfied!"
Ghosts have homes. Brown arrow on the felt map.
A shell. Lop Nur with tears
Screw yourself dry, concentrate and purify.
"Love without waiting is not true love."
If you have the key, there will always be people who believe that the water on the lotus leaf came from Kelly's return from Tunisia.
After distilling off the scattered dew, he dipped his pen into the canvas.
Jump into the Mediterranean. This sea of capital letters m
Half is blue and half is orange.
Cezanne, a solid crystal ice.
Transparent body melted as soon as it appeared in the sun.
Melt into water. The water dug from the core seeps into the core again.
The best angle to see Cezanne is in space and tunnels.
Matisse's brush strokes often flow from plant petals.
The young woman walked and talked about the freshness and exquisiteness of the garden.
On the grass, Matisse weaves a swing with ivy and flowers.
The children wandered around in long lines.
Picasso's hair is full of sweat, with wild temperature.
From one studio to another, from the zoo.
To children's paradise, from beauty to beast
The inflated colored balloon burst and evaporated.
Monk, the charged fog and the small blade on your eyelashes cut your eyes.
Observe the rupture of water under a microscope. Sick fairy
Make a ribbon with a rotating cross. Carnival and Memorial Day
Dancing on the logging trail. The messenger of glaciers and forests is a man.
Legg, put the cold steel and metal body
Put in hot air. Water in locomotive steam engine
The temperature of molten iron fluctuates around the heart like a watch.
Stone statues and scarecrows are made of the same material.
Delacroix stepped on the nuclear transformation of the plate and reached the end of the oil painting.
At the end of the painting is another kind of water: water in the wind.
Huge waves of Yin and Yang roared through the atmosphere.
In tilted galaxies and magma from the center of the earth
Flint shoulder, hand of organ
Michelangelo drew water from the moonlight.
Create the sea and blue sky for mankind.
Create ark, wooden kite, giant, God.
The winter night is gentle and quiet.
Mo Landi walked gently into the shepherd's dream.
Cups, jars and bottles are covered with snowflakes.
The sleeping lake awakens in the frozen sky.
The red ghost in the black forest
There are colorful clouds, leopards, black pythons, green leaves and Rousseau.
Listen to the extension of ancient underground roots and touch the boundary between life and death.
Knock out the shining stars and fall into spring.
Van Gogh was in the center of the sun, spewing out.
Flame water
Silent breath ignites the whole universe.
As bright as a thousand suns.
Kohler, in the past few years, shed tears.
Light up the eyes of the world. Use blood
Through the thick artery, the world is no longer weak.
No longer pale. Blood, the outflow is black, and the blood clot goes up. Between heaven and earth
Between the distance and the distance, there is a green space.
Shepherds associate life with numbers.
A flock of sheep in the white clouds. A bird tree
The sun. The moon. Puccinellia tenuiflora horizon.
The wooden clock in the Garden of Eden is ticking the water source of the tree of life.
There, men are men and women are women.
Pottery pots dedicated themselves to time and land.
Resurrection in the form of men, women and potatoes.