The loneliest word in the world
Shouting at my door all the time, my voice hoarse.
It's the bitterness of heaven and the bitterness of the earth.
The moon and the unique you.
Is loneliness.
Please bring me a crow at the speed of a meteor.
Like a healthy place, living on the dilapidated threshold.
There is life in the dead wood.
It will melt in the night and be completely silent in the night.
Another life in the threshold
According to this example, close your eyes.
Close your fingers and eyes, because the poem is beautiful.
Then the smell of the chair continued to breathe for the wood.
White paper has flowed away; Blue plaid sheets
Full of night messengers, they
Fight for the ashes. I will feel chewing in my sleep.
Who will stop everything when I want to record it?
Poetry goes through the wall of longing and dryness.
The remaining water was caught by the wings.
There is no burning, only the ashes of the future in the dream.
There is no shadow, only crows exist.
Only the eaves, only the wind chimes and winds that never hang.
Only polished and submerged again and again.
Just me.
Recognize yourself at a glance in a bitter smile.
Real nudity. Rely on bare wood and feathers
Bare fingers, turbid and inexplicable.
Sharpness Remember the best weight of life.
A white knife light, draw a bright arc.
Covered with bright blood drops and flowers
Like the illusion of death, relatives.
Is the only tear.
I will think of the picture on my sister's face.
Chubby curiosity and seriousness are an extreme.
Infiltration is ten years away.
Will be so fragile that I just want to see grandma's happy tears.
And hope that they will take one tablet in their lifetime.
Because of her loneliness, I feel sad.
I will imagine my father texting with his hair down.
About money and study, about father and son.
Then smile and look up, ignoring the typos inside.
I will think of my mother's tears and my crying intertwined into two scenes.
Think of a hoarse phone call after she worked overtime late at night.
There are also many photos that she suddenly brought home the year before last.
I will remember that my grandfather taught me to write traditional Chinese characters from one to ten.
When the yellow mud traces climbed up his thin face from the slate,
I will think of death and all my family members who belong to each other.
Really can't help crying, heartache spread into a pale wry smile.
A person slowly dilutes.
If you don't live a green life, what you should pay is still paying.
The world has never been good at expressing feelings.
Left too many scars. Leave too much behind.
The torrent of surprise and explosives.
It is also quietly disappearing, and there is no throbbing space.
Silent disaster. Speaking of stories
Sadness, laughter, ordinary and eternal.
God under the moon, a dream on the tip of grass.
We have too many things in the same strain.
In my land, I shed tears heartily.
The longer a full poem is, the higher it will reach your beautiful faces.
Are some of the most memorable totems that have been prepared.
The prepared sickle, sweat and dry food are all waiting for the signal of harvesting.
Remember to sweat. Drain a lot of mud from blood vessels with sweat.
Remember the mud, remember the people you love.
Remember to take out your memories bit by bit.
Shape their faces in the sunshine that shines on them.
Xiangtan. It is the loneliness of a city.
Even home is the loneliness of a village.
When I write a poem alone with great interest
Closer and closer to the fragrance of flowers in the dark.
The world is deep, too thorough.
I was isolated and abandoned on high paper.
Talk nonsense and disapprove of profundity.
Proudly squatting in every corner, interacting with everything.
In this way, I love poetry and am afraid of losing the beauty in my heart.
The world should believe in a person's freedom. think
The appearance of love on the cliff. Believe that entanglement is a waste.
I believe that understanding is the highest weapon to break into houses. think
The soul is the home and the source of life. think
Finding the truth is your last paradise.
Life is so ordinary, your heaven is as far away as your hell.
A strong heart is even lonely.
Two stalwart hearts are also lonely.
Because only you have to reach your deepest place.
The only ticket will be buried to death.
A person's infinity is accompanied by a person's loneliness;
Your freedom also gives you the freedom of loneliness.
Excluding loneliness, the crow looked at my hand in a daze.
Lie down facing the moon.
A creature can talk freely.
Love. This is a beautiful action.
This is a seed to a pile of fruit.
Is a person's lifelong concern.
The moon and the unique you.
Is loneliness.
I will be willing to be lonely as always.
A man stared at the sky where birds were flying.
The wind blows south and the wind blows north.
This song echoes back and forth in your mind.