Write to the Arctic Ocean
When the tears of the north wind
Soak your name.
my heart
Run to the pale sky
Meditate. Sit idly
Two delicious chicken legs
Die in the frozen river of poetry
You said to move on.
Although the lyrics are full of emotion
Cut us into countless penguins face to face.
Whispering to the glacier in the middle?
Tear it to pieces and I'll tear you to pieces.
You regroup.
Destroy all my troops in a violent way
In the light of poetry
No matter how strong I am, I will take revenge.
I'll carve you again
I want to tell you:
Poetry is hungry. Poetry is dying.
Poetry still reads your name.
There are many holes in the sky.
A large number of raindrops spewed out of the cave.
-This storm completely killed rain town because of me.
Spin up! Fall! Run!
To a more tragic and dead vilen! !
High-voltage power lines-mountains-Pingchuan-
Lightning-rainstorm-factory chimney-
Roaring wings-huge wheels-lines-
Endless nebulae-dazzling fission-
Some phone calls-fleeing numbers-hurricanes!
The avalanche is coming! Coming!
When I hold my breath
This battlefield where the smoke is gradually dispersed
Lying on your peach-blossom face
Crystal melancholy
The clouds on the horizon are white.
A flock of lambs are running on the grass.
The white flowers have blossomed, and the white flowers are brilliant.
White flowers decorate our forest of steles.
A crow walked slowly down the hill.
glimmering starlight
There is a splendid city ahead.
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