Wash your hands and pay attention to hygiene.
Let's reach out and compare.
Let's see whose is the cleanest.
A hundred years later
The river on the ground is divided into two or three sections.
I will hold your hand and go to heaven to wash your hands.
The clear rivers in the sky reflect the warmth of the sun.
The fish swam into the rock.
You said there was only one heavy rain.
Fish will not run to land.
Wash the skin by hand so that you don't have to feather into wings.
It's just a rain
After the rain
The fish is in the tree.
The river between heaven and earth occasionally rises.
Fly, fly high
Or born in Tianchi, a very high place, by a monsoon.
A high wind cannot cross the river.
The rain scattered in all directions.
In another hundred years.
People who wash their hands in the sky
I can't even catch half a live fish.
Smash a stone with your fingers.
Fish swam around in the stone.
Wash your hands with clean water.
Not to wash away the unpleasantness.
But to let the past days
Looks like oil shale.
Wash your hands.
Not to wash away that little ink.
But let life stay.
The smell of years.
Wash your hands in the fire.
Not to wash away the cold feeling.
But listening.
A cry when blood wakes up.
Wash your hands in the moonlight
Not to wash away the frost in love.
But to eliminate those ambiguities.
ambiguous and vague
Wash your hands in lightning.
Not to wash away the excitement.
But in order to wash away those
Not the darkness of night. ...
relieve oneself
-Some inscriptions on donkeys.
Inscription: I have been washing my hands all my life, so this is a very ambiguous thing.
When I washed my hands that day
The donkey washed the wedding ring down the sewer.
The donkey bought the same ring finger again.
When I washed my hands today,
Donkeys are extra careful.
He clung to his soul.
If that thing falls into the sewer,
on / in the street
Donkeys can never be bought back.
Wash your hands in that river.
Wash your hands in that river, and your reflection is immersed in that river.
The source of evil: the direction from the flower shop
I smell my desire. Who inherited it?
Thirst is like a piece of firewood waiting to burn-
Burn your prophet at any time.
In addition to being awakened by the flame of pain
I have no possibility of waking up.
I went to the river to wash my hands and was surrounded by anger.
Submergence: Where air is an accomplice.
How to find a job these days?
Knock blood on the typewriter at city hall
Or mass deaths in concentration camps-
If God allows me to think, I can surpass it.
Philosophy professor's thoughts?
Go to that river to wash your hands and only get one.
Echo of despair: Every time you miss a disaster.
Has cast a circle of greater darkness in my heart.
That is to say, in someone else's wound.
I can't wash it myself.
In other words, another miserable river.
Kneeling across the beach.