The first outstretched hand
disappeared in the direction of the bullet like a hunting dog
among the vegetation
failed to catch
the injured rabbit hiding in the cave
inadvertently
was full of gravel, The rotten grass
is in a mess
the foot that stepped out for the first time
jumps like a rabbit
doesn't step on
the withered grass
the path inadvertently exposed by the mountain forest
looks like a tree
Although it is very different from other trees
, we can't
distinguish it from so many trees. Low
without oppression and exploitation
it will die
without rule, Slavery
it can't grow
The first thought
floats there like a rootless duckweed in your mind
where is home
where is home
where is home
Echo poetry 2
Feed a pot of laughter
Charming season in March <.
You put the earthenware out of the water
Fang Chen's ordinary thinking
told me to put the gossip in a tight place
to help the people who commit crimes in their dreams
to help the night walk into the ghost valley of Zen Xu
to talk with Liu Xuyang
I only took some rain
to accompany you
to remember
the eyes of exile in the south < The coming rainy season
carves the appearance of missing repeatedly
There are gliding birds in the air
There are ripples of frog croaking pain in the pond
You always travel in silence with parallel eyes
You always talk about the reverie of the south
There are colors of late osmanthus flowers without chill
You can always think about whether the branches of your hometown are full of green words
. Unfamiliar
To repeat dialects with a cup of tea
You can never taste the original appearance
You are tired of missing
A tree passes by your door
Find the landed butterfly
You put the corridor on the letter
Sitting opposite a glass of red wine
The room is full of
chilling sounds
The land is very. > the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River is full of diaries
but I don't see the sunshine that talks to the moon
Today, you put the tired prosperity in the window
give a smile to the children brought by the mothers
guard a morbid street
The echo from the poplar forest
hurts your whole night again
starts to melt. Looking for remedies for the light of birth and the cold
for the wounded 2xx
We travel back and forth in a straight line with similar shadows
Crushing the floor and sitting in the dark
No one has the confidence to follow
the wind that followed us
I promise you to omit the sunrise and sunset process
and pile up the cloudy time
.