——Mleep and not sleep
Flower sleep. Birds sleep. Jiang He also fell asleep.
The stars are still awake, blinking in the blue sky of the white night.
The trees are still awake, neatly dressed and awake, singing a wordless song.
My thoughts are sleepless, like the Buddha in Nirvana.
The Tao is not sleeping, the thunder is like lightning.
Fengmian, soothed by the vastness of Jianjia, lies dormant like a spring stone.
Clumps of silver gray, clusters of frost, all things sleeping and not sleeping. The impermanence and permanence of wind.
My daughter sleeps, her breasts are like microwaves. The brief bliss of death.
The hero sleeps forever, don’t cry!
Unforgettable
Maybe it’s a cadenza in a famous song that makes my heart tremble;
Maybe it’s a few pieces from a Fauvist painting Wonderful colors;
Perhaps it was the hug and kiss when we met;
Perhaps it was an oil-paper umbrella and listening to the cold rain while crossing the stone bridge in silence...< /p>
The past flashes back slowly
Flashback gently
Flashback
The past is unforgettable, the intention is unforgettable...
In the moment of spiritual enlightenment, tremble at the impermanence of the past.
Like the aged wine stored in a cellar, even if the dream is fragrant, you can still get a moment of intoxication.
However, my life cannot withstand the elimination of gray time.
I am old at the age of twenty, facing the majestic green mountains alone.
Flashback
Flashback gently
Slowly flash back to the past
Unforgettable.
I can’t forget the last glance of my adoptive father who had not fully repaid his kindness, which made me feel guilty.
I will never forget the friendship beside the Canglang Pavilion, the first love in Yanjiayuan, and the spring breeze washed by the gentle rain in Shi Cang.
I will never forget the torture and torture of body and soul in the "cowshed", being whipped to the point of numbness and no longer thinking, except for the incomparable fear of "tomorrow".
Human beings are creatures coerced by negative propositions. What is the meaning of existence?
The intention is unforgettable, the intention is unforgettable.
The past flashes back slowly
Flashback gently
Flashback
Perhaps it is like an elf in the ancient treasure house A series of Chinese characters jumped out;
Perhaps it is the life inspiration of the rock paintings of the ancestors on the grassland worshiping the sun god;
Perhaps it is driving a sleigh pulled by reindeer in the forest to visit the deer hunters in the past. The Chouluozi drinks and sings;
Perhaps it is you, my dear, who calls from the depths of time, blowing like the wind over the ruins of the century.