An exaggerated thermometer blinks.
I breathe with my cracked skin in hot water.
Breathe what?
What am I breathing?
It's raining heavily
Or faded parting?
The city is dark, but I am white.
Is this God's arrangement when he is bored?
Or is this your tired soul?
Borrow money from me.
Cities will fall, cities will get cold.
This city will grow old like me.
Could it be that time?
You take your own wooden bridge.
I sang my sunset song.
Who knows? Who knows?
God smiled vaguely in the bathtub.
The heart is cold, but mercury is high.
What is the lonely fever this winter?
Are you laughing or want to cry?
But inadvertently touched the corners of the mouth.
Like a meniscus or a knife.
Kill my grandma bridge
Kill my Niannujiao
Red cherry, green banana,
You take your wooden bridge,
I sang my sunset song.
Whose loneliness is like a knife;
Kill my Waipoqiao,
Killed my Niannujiao, too.
In the sound of lights and paddles, it is still cold, and the water is still cold.
In the dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly,
Outside the building, outside the mountain, the outsiders have not returned.
When people don't return, geese turn back and forget Sichuan early.
Tears welled up in the eyes of the fiddler,
Flowers rained down on your shoulders.
Shoulder-length, cold flute, residual window shadow.
In the smoke and the sound of oars, where is Jiangnan.
East road, west road, south road,
Wulipu, Qilipu, Shilipu.
Take a step, hope for a step, be lazy,
At the moment, the sky is dusk, the sun is dusk and the clouds are dusk.
The setting sun is everywhere, looking back at the smoke.
No, there are countless mountains, countless waters and countless feelings.
tide
Never seen the sea in winter.
So even if you describe it on the phone, I can't imagine it.
Why don't you say something and we'll see it next time?
night
The long night is like a monster waiting in silence.
It is big enough to swallow everything and be silent.
My love for you, my love for you, my indifference to you, and my possession of you are all like sinking into the silent sea.
There aren't even swimming fish there.
There is an empty, cold and dark sea.
pearl
I was stabbed in the heart.
Tears of pain want to wash and pull up this thorn again and again.
But in the end, it can only be wrapped in vain.
Layers of shining tears solidified into pearls and hung around the beauty's neck.
Pearl is a thorn that once pierced my heart.
Exclusive desire
I want to turn you into my dog. I can always touch you, kiss you and hug you.
I want to lock you up.
I want to hang a sign around your neck that says "I only love my master".
Looking at the silence and long life from the best reflection in March 2009
I have thought about many reasons why we can be apart, distance, disease, war, and the most terrible death.
These illnesses, like the constant spring, summer, autumn and winter, silently face us in the years.
I've thought a lot about losing you.
It's not that terrible. It's still the same as my life years ago. I eat alone, sleep alone and wake up in the middle of the night.
You and I were bored watching TV in the hotel that day. One antelope died on the Discovery Channel, and the other one stood by without leaving or looking at the dead one. It just stood quietly, watching the sunset in the distance.
Like his partner, he didn't actually leave.
It is waiting, and after a while, it will stand up again.
Stand with it again.
"Even if I am old, I still want to be with you." You stare at the TV screen and mutter something as warm as quicksand in the evening.
Loneliness (this is Jing M.Guo's first novel, written in the second day of junior high school. )
It rained heavily for two days and nights.
It's still raining
I haven't stopped.
Through the window
We seem to
Living in water curtain cave.
Reminds me of a hundred years of loneliness
It rained heavily for several years.
A damp room
I have moss on my body.
Flocks of fish swam to the roof.
On such a rainy day
We take umbrellas.
Walking in the street
Step on stagnant water
We don't know where to go.
I hope
I hope that every winter, even the streets are heated, so I don't have to wear thick clothes. If you are not handsome, you have to wear thick clothes.
I hope that every time I go shopping, there are things that I want to buy for you;
I hope that when you have nightmares, I will be by your side. I hope that when I can't sleep, I can watch you sleep soundly beside me.
I hope you can send me a message, call me or come to me by plane when you miss me, and I will be very happy;
I hope I can hold you every day;
I hope we don't want a cold war;
I hope you will always be jealous of me;
I hope taking a bath every day can help you dry your wet hair, and I hope we can help you cut your nails after we get together.
I hope we both use the same perfume, and I hope you smell like me;
I hope you miss me most of the time every day, even at work;
I hope I am the only one to take care of you when you are sick, and everyone else will leave here.
I hope that in the days when I love you, you also love me, and I hope that such days will never pass;
I hope to accompany you to the ends of the earth.
I hope you really love me.
A dream for ten years seems like yesterday.
How many joys and sorrows.
Shao Hua's pool in the mirror,
An inch of snow.
When I spend the cold with you,
The stretch skirt is wet.
Until the evening of life,
Sing the song of the year with you again.
9.25 Happy Camp
I am not a traitor. I have no bow or arrow.
That winter was a flying Prajna paramita.
You have a bright stalk and three broken memories.
Whose silence took away whose dress?
Whoever refuses the curtain call will prosper forever.
The hidden desolation opens a chapter of two flowers and three flowers.
Endless memories are crowded with angels with blurred faces.
A country without melancholy is full of sad tall grass.
The tall grass that has been lost for many years has flown south with the birds.
In the desert north of Polaris
Broken strings darken the cenotaph of the soul.
I went from ancient times to ancient times
The hunter who lost his memory standing in the wind.
There is no road, no turning back.
Chang'an
The sword has long been broken.
The stormy Jiangnan attic at night
The swordsman was drunk. I'm not drunk.
The pink is gone. Why don't I go?
It's raining heavily outside the window.
It rained heavily and hurt the stupa.
The pagoda cries, cries, and hurts the lonely fence.
Under the fence, it's my Chang 'an green yarn.
Chang 'an under the green gauze.
My burning peach blossom
Daming Palace collapsed and I was still standing.
Daming Palace has fallen, wake me up silently.
Who is crying? Shout out the Buddha lamp.
Who smiled and forgot this glass city?
Who's asking tassels?
You are starving in another country.
Whose soul is behind the dragon chair?
Overlooking thousands of lonely people
I am tired. I'm going home.
But my home, where are you?
Is it a desert or a thousand-year-old yellow sand in the desert?
Is it Tianya or the black hair behind Tianya?
In front of me is a white horse that I once laughed at the west wind.
At your feet are the peach blossoms that you touched with your fingers.
I said I'm leaving. I drew my sword.
I'll kill you. Are you scared?
You say, then you go. You take off your hairpin.
Kill me. Are you distressed?
Snow blessing
1
Tonight is New Year's Eve.
Huge clouds are floating over Tibet.
Drift across the grassland
My past years
I heard Yang Jinma singing loudly.
Singing makes the moon float.
Shine on my bride
Moonlight suit, I wear Hanfu.
Chinese businessmen built it.
My scarred shoulder.
2
I saw a camel's skull crying quietly.
It is full of blood and yellow sand.
It said to me
I'm going home. I'm going home.
Tonight is New Year's Eve, and today is Chinese New Year. My mother is waiting for me.
three
Whose voice is singing my best?
My black best
Floating on the black river, lying flat on the ground.
Some mercury, some fireworks.
My black hillside is covered with irises.
four
I saw the beautiful Namtso.
It is waiting for someone, as quiet as a night clock on the horizon.
Is there anything I don't know?
I only see the blue sea and the boundless expanse.
Black mountains surged out of the ground.
Squeeze into a slender silver palm print
five
Whose voice sang my best?
The bride's body was carried to the mountain by the moon.
My Ge Sang, my Shula.
Who sings elegy?
It snowed and some children began to run.
The camel began to look out.
Seven stars said.
The direction of elegy drifting
six
I broke a black clay pot.
People say
Peacetime.
So I know.
It turns out that there are blessings in the snowy area.
Landing with heavy snow
Like my black Acura.
The length of the universe or sky.
The second hand is still a weak breath.
You stop in the void.
You are sleeping in fate.
You wake up gently in the shadow of a huge hourglass.
The gap in life is full of compassion.
And you are one of the indifferent people.
Dreams are blown into silk threads by fog.
Rain is slowly eroding the world.
The frozen wasteland remains at the end of the world.
The light sang the killing into a poem.
Vanity disguises despair as prophecy.
Despair pushes fate further.
delete
"We didn't come to learn to be lonely until the first Bodhi grew in the Garden of Eden.
Looking for, looking for,
Finally, everyone has an ending. "
On which bridge did I meet you?
Fiction of wings and plucking of strings
The beast in the dream opened his white eyes.
Breathe out the clouds, rain, snow and frost.
Accumulate the shape of emotion
Which wall does this bridge lead to? What is behind that wall?
Who are the gentle eyes in the sky?
They say God is a boy.
They know the color of the dream, my secret and when the amusement park closes.
Do you know how many windows are open in the school corridor now?
So does the naughty boy know that you have sad wings behind you?
Autumn is a sad season.
The secret of falling leaves covering the earth's crust is not even clear about breathing.
The light wandered in the dense forest.
Make your side face half bright and half dark.
I'm starting to feel sad.
I'm afraid that your other half and your own other half will go out of the light.
Do you want to go with me?
Ok, where shall I go with you?
-My home.
-Where is your home?
-There!
You gently raise your hand and draw a river between you and me that you can never cross.
A long, deep and turbulent river of time.
Matchmaking when you are lonely.
Turn into clouds and face the blue sky.
The idea of falling into pain
Then break the sky.
I am here. Here you are.
I am willing to give up the world I live in day and night.
Willing to give up beautiful clothes and beautiful candy
Willing to give up good times and years
I don't want to give up on you either.
But I want to ask you, I'm already here, at your house.
Why are you still like before?
Keep looking up?
Looking for heaven
I leaned over and stared at you in heaven.
It's like you stare at me, slightly sad.
I look up to you in Jiuquan.
It's like you're standing in a field.
Look up to your once sacred ideal.
I will come back one day.
Bring back the fragrance of kapok and bauhinia
Bring back our shining good times.
Tell you
I found heaven.